The Dog Next Door

[ampoule]

The Dog Next Door

Oh Daisy, I will miss you so,
our little talks through the fence
while I sat in my yard pulling weeds,
your beautiful eyes begging for my attention,
your black nose between the white pickets
wanting to be touched, your paw trying to help.
You were a better neighbor than they,
the ones who made you stay outside
while all the little dogs ran through the house,
the ones who complained of your noble voice,
you, a shepherd of their children and my heart.
With no dog of my own it brought me joy
to watch you jump beside the children
on their trampoline, to run and play catch,
your big doggy smile barking 'more, more, more'!
The way you watched for them to come home,
the way you looked to the door everytime it opened,
with hope, with your unconditional love, unrequited.
But this new family all gathered around you,
petting you, treating you like the queen you are,
I can tell, have already gathered you into their hearts.
Best wishes in your new home sweet one.
If only once I could have put my arms around you
and rolled around in the grass, you would know,
Oh Daisy, I will miss you so....:(

ampoule, July Seventh, TwoThousandEight

[Virgil]

How sweet Amp. Dog literature always gets my heart. :bawling:

[blazeofglory]

In the west dogs and cats are more loved. The reason is life there is more stranded. Here in the east we live in joint families and there is deep family attahcment. I do not mean we hate dogs. No we love them. But in the west when people get fed up with people and dogs can be their best friends and they are given paramount attentions.

The poem is so beautifully written I am moved.

[ampoule]

Aww, Virgil, don't cry. At least the dog is probably moving to a better place and that is not meant as the heavenly place. ha

Blaze, you are always so kind and encouraging to me and everyone. Thank you very much. It is true what you say. Pets in general are often held in higher regard than humans.

[goldenrod]

My golden retriever Nellie, the only dog I ever owned, died under the wheels of a car. I had many years to mourn that day. Over the years I have also changed and I am now a cat person!

However your poem brought back the day that Nellie died, But not all is woeful. Memories of brighter times ar mixed in as retrieved memories too!

goldenrod.

My golden retriever Nellie, the only dog I ever owned, died under the wheels of a car. I had many years to mourn that day. Over the years I have also changed and I am now a cat person!

However your poem brought back the day that Nellie died, But not all is woeful. Memories of brighter times are mixed in as retrieved cameos too!

goldenrod.

[Sweets America]

Oh Amp! :( That is a nice tribute for a lost doggy. Would you like a hug from Doggie-Sophie?

[ampoule]

I hope you guys understand, the dog did not die or get lost. The family sold it to another family.

I will take a hug anyday Sophie. Thanks. :)

I'm sorry about your loss goldenrod. I'm glad you have some happy memories though.

[DickZ]

OK, ampoule. I understand that nothing terrible happened to your neighbor's dog.

But your poem reminded me that I have been trying to find out who Edith Spaulding is for a long time, and I'm hoping somebody here might know.

She wrote the following poem, which I found in a book. It's about the loss of a cat.

Au Revoir to Smokey
Edith B. Spaulding, 1952

We’ll fold them for a night of rest; ─
These little scrambling feet;
For never in our world again
They’ll scamper down the street,
Or climb the curtain, claw the rug,
Or scratch the walnut chair.
Yet shall these little quiet feet
Pad up the golden stair?

So cold and still, so far beyond
All days and nights of strife, ─
With silky fur still fluffed and soft,
And round eyes closed on life!
I sift the earth above you, but
Your winsomeness can’t die;
And somehow, Smokey, I believe
That this is not good-bye.

A heavenly mansion must have room
Somewhere within its halls,
For cushions where a little cat
May doze till Mistress calls.
And maybe, even at the door,
To make delight complete,
I’ll hear above the harps the sound
Of little scrambling feet!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Oh, Ampoule, how beautiful! How tender! Of course one may surmise that Daisy felt appreciated by you but does it hurt a bit, I wonder, to know that she can't actually read this poem?

[firefangled]

This is a heartfelt poem. I'm like Virgil, stories about the unconditional love of dogs in particular strike a cord in me.

I hope the new family lets her in the house and makes her a real member of the family. Dogs and cats need that closeness.

Thanks for such a beautiful poem, Ampoule (so as not to be confused with amp :) )