We buried the dog
at the base of the pine
recently toppled by a hurricane.
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Yes, I buried Mr P in a red blanket. The violas are still in flower, a hundred or so, and they look on to mr P's grave. Maybe they are his guardians. It's a very sad time and you have expressed your feelings so well in a beautiful poem. He will always live in your memory. He looks a very sweet doggie,
An extremely heartfelt and moving work, I don't know how much pain I will feel when the time comes for my own dog. The picture is even more sobering. A great work.
We humans are a brave and noble lot. We get ourselves pets. Nobody forces us. We WANT to suffer. And suffer we will when one after another they die after living such short lives, leaving us with great big holes in our hearts so we go get ourselves another pet so we can have more pain and holes... Beautifully expressed. Now I will mourn the tree we bury them under. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
True, Susan, true- though I have not thought about in the sense of intentional suffering. Strangely true, that love cannot be separated from pain. Very insightful, Susan. Thanks, as always! :)