I had to let my Tasha go on without me, two days ago. She was apparently having strokes or seizures, drifting away from the comforts of her Kyle’s best efforts. Once she started to suffer and I could no longer help … we have to do the loving, difficult thing.
She was a wonderful, amazing, beautiful friend. I will never forget her, and I am profoundly grateful to God for the gift of her life with me. Of course, there is a terrible hole in my life and I’m deeply in grief, but I’m also glad that she is free.
There will be a memorial page for her, soon. When I gather the strength.
Here’s a poem I wrote for Tasha several years ago, after we’d been for a walk to her favorite place. By the way, I took her to that place again on her birthday, August 6. She was only 15.
A PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE
Lord, at the ending of my life
the sun which You have made
will shine. The road will rise to
meet me, and so Thy Kingdom
come. Please send this dog to
lead me, Lord, which stands
beside me now on this windy
bluff to guard against despair.
She loves to walk and in her years
has learned to let the binding
leash hang loose. And since she
always barks for love, would in
Thy songful Heaven sing so well.
Lord, at the ending of my life
the sun which You have made
will shine. The road will rise to
meet me, and so Thy Kingdom
come. Please send this dog to
lead me, Lord, which stands
beside me now on this windy
bluff to guard against despair.
She loves to walk and in her years
has learned to let the binding
leash hang loose. And since she
always barks for love, would in
Thy songful Heaven sing so well.
© Kyle Kimberlin
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