We lost Otzi in January, 2019; one week after my Father died at 86. We lost Lucy in August, 2020. This past month, Millie, too, passed on. Brave, loyal, loving, funny — our dogs were all those, and more.
They all possessed the true hearts of dogs.
Sonnet 143 — The Heart of dogs
’Tis rare the heart that’s worth the love of dogs;
few are so clean of heart and pure of soul.
I say this with much certainty because
’tis in the hearts of dogs sit troves of gold.
No dog has ever robbed another blind,
nor torment to gain power and success.
Ne’er act in ways deceitful, cruel, unkind,
no, humans, no, we cannot such confess.
It is a gentle touch upon your skin,
enveloped like the damp first morning’s mist,
love enwraps you as if you were akin,
deserving of a canine’s loving kiss.
If you are blessed, and love a dog so fair,
Your life is joy, for nothing else compare.
April, 2021
Thank-you.
