The summer will bloom into roses,
And laughter will follow your tears;
I linger alone in the shadows
That fell from the beautiful years.
The autumn will shine into harvests,
The grapes will hang purple with wine,
The lark will sing high in the meadow;
The shadow forever is mine…
~Josephine Butterfield Walcott (1840–1906), “Destiny,” World of Song, 1878

Debbie, it’s so hard for me to fathom that it’s been five years. Having known you for so long, I felt that lose very deeply.
Sending you much love and peace today, my friend!
(((((((((((( XXX YOU XXX ))))))))))))
Thanks, Ron. Yes, it’s hard for me to realize Dallas has been gone five years. It points out just how long I’ve been blogging!
Thanks for your kind wishes, my friend. I had my good cry yesterday, while I was preparing this post. (And no, I didn’t inflict my tears on the Monk, who’d have been confused over the water-works!!) XX
awww. He sure was a handsome boy.
Thanks, Dawn. I think so, too. He looked especially nice after he’d been groomed.
How we miss our dear fur buddies when they are gone!
I know you, too, understand this, Laurie. Their absence sure leaves a hole in our hearts.
I hardly can believe it’s been five years. We sure do remember them — with a little grief, but a lot of affection and smiles.
Linda, I had my tears yesterday; today, I’m smiling over the memories left behind.
We all miss Dallas and like others have said it is hard to believe it has been five years. Hugs to you.
Thanks, John. Anyone who’s loved a pet and been loved in return knows how bittersweet their passing is. We miss them, for sure, but you just can’t help feeling grateful for the chance to know and love them. I know y’all feel the same way about your fur-kids.
I sure do love them and hate the fact that they don’t live long enough.
So very true.
Awww. What a beautiful poem! My heart aches for you. I know we shouldn’t have favorites because they are all different and offer their own personalities, but I had a girl (Alice) who I’ve been thinking about and missing a lot lately. (Shhhh… don’t tell Pat!). Give Monkey a hug.
I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this, too, Kelly. Dallas was extra-special. My soul-dog. Any other pup I own will come up short. Nevertheless, I’m trying to shower the Monk with love so he won’t feel short-changed. It’s just that with Dallas, I didn’t have to *try*, y’know?!?
What a beautiful boy he was, and a beautiful poem in tribute. I feel your heartbreak.
I know you do, Robin — thank you for empathizing. Dallas was extra-special, a one-of-a-kind dog. Poor Monk has big paws to fill!
Handsome boy… ❤️🩹
Thanks, Eliza. He definitely was!
I was just thinking about the timing. If it had been a little later in the year you wouldn’t have been able to be with him because of covid restrictions.
Ouch! I’d forgotten that. Boy, we were lucky then. He sort of told me he was ready to go — I’m just glad he didn’t go to the Bridge on Domer’s birthday.
So sorry.
Thank you, Cindy. He was a good boy.
I don’t think we ever truly recover from the big losses, the family and friends who meant the most to us. And yes, our pets certainly fit into that category! Hugs to you….
Thanks, Ann. Everybody who’s lost a beloved pet understands how they’re never really gone from our hearts.
Five years – it doesn’t seem as long as that since lovely Dallas was here. Such a beautiful boy!
Thanks, FF. I agree: it’s hard realizing he’s been gone five years. Where has the time gone? Oh, right: Monk’s been here four years, so there’s that!
Somehow I missed this post… What a handsome boy your Dallas was and I know you will never forget him. *hugs*
Thank you, Barbara. He was my “soul dog,” and I miss him still.