Memories of Dallas

I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet

Dallas, April 2015

I

Am still

Missing you,

My beautiful

Soul Dog Dallas, and

I guess I always will.

Two years now. You departed

Right as the Pandemic began,

Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.

At last you’re free from pain and misery.

Time really has helped me process the grief

Of your passing, and I must admit

So has the arrival of a

New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.

He’s not you, nor will he

Ever be, but still

It helps to have

A puppy

Under

Foot.

Note: This poetic form is called Double Etheree.

26 thoughts on “Memories of Dallas

    • Oh, indeed, Linda. These have been two very odd years. As hard as it was to help him cross the Rainbow Bridge, though, I’ll always be glad I was able to go into the room with him and stay there until he passed. Handing off a beloved but sick pet in the parking lot and not being allowed into the vet clinic (because of COVID protocol) would have been so much harder on both of us.

  1. Debbie, I think you know how I felt about Dallas and his passing, so I can totally relate to your words here. I miss him too. In knowing you (and Dallas) for so many years, I felt his loss deeply; as if he had been my own dog.

    It’s so hard for me to fathom that it’s been two years when it feels like only yesterday.

    Love and hugs to you, dear friend!

    X

    • Thank you, Ron. Dallas would’ve been happy to know he had such a positive impact on so many! Isn’t it interesting how close we get to pets (and people) on the Internet? Over the years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve come to feel as if I truly know so many people and their pets. And I, too, grieve when they do. As hard as it’s often been with Monkey, at least now I can think about Dallas without breaking into tears. Hugs right back at you, Ron! xo

    • Thank you, Frank. Dallas will always have a piece of my heart, but Monkey is worming his way right beside him! I didn’t think I’d ever quit crying over Dallas. Something about having a “problem child” like Monkey, though, has really helped me past the all-consuming grief. And for that, I’m mighty grateful!

    • I know you understand, Dawn, and I appreciate it. Nobody tells us how much we’re going to miss them when they leave. Sad that they have such short lives here — seems only right that they live forever in our hearts. Give the Princess a big hug from me and Monkey!

    • Thank you, Barbara. I think focusing on the new and different memories will be key for me. We tend to think our hearts are full already, but you know, they expand as we let them.

  2. It’s hard enough to lose a beloved dog, but I can’t imagine how much worse it must have been to lose one at the start of the pandemic. And you’re right, your new dog doesn’t replace the old one in any way. But it does help to cope with the grief, I think.

    • Ann, I got Monkey a year into the pandemic, and the vet clinic was having pet parents drop their fur-babies off in the parking lot for services. Awfully hard with a new puppy, but that would’ve been miserable with a sick senior like Dallas. I can’t fathom letting him go to the Bridge alone. Sure glad I got to hold him until it was over.

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