Happy came to sleep over and keep me company last night. I’m gradually getting used to being alone, but it sure helps to have friends.
Today is the day I’m going to remove Tasha’s little blue bed — we always called it her boo-bed — from my bedroom, wash it and put it away. So here’s a poem by Tasha. She wrote it early in 2004, when Rascal ,one of her doggie friends and a Pomeranian like Happy, passed away. It reflects the passing of a dog into spirit and arrival at the Rainbow Bridge.
DOG SONG
My song begins at sundown
when the twilight wind comes up.
A cold wind, brushing
my hair and my tail.
Butterfly light is shining.
Butterflies lift me at nightfall,
and nothing hurts me now.
Look, the light is brighter than …
See the little dogs come running!
See the bigger dogs come running!
See the kitties and dogs come together,
and all the animals singing.
by Tasha
based on a Pima Indian song
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