She's gone lads,
daunted by the ardent flame
that burns in me this time of year.
I won't pretend that I don't miss her.
So it's down you you my friends,
to fill the gap that's in me here.
So draw breath, puff out your chests,
the finest pair of harrier dogs that ever
coursed the glens of Leinster.
O ye pluck the heart strings
of everyone who sees yas.
Rejoice, for I deny humanity,
I'd rather a sailor or a tinker be
than ever again to lose ye.
I'd rather be homeless and in poverty,
I'd ransom all my property.
We'll run along the shore
from Cahore to Carnsore to Tramore
my constellation of consolation
flashing black and white,
scattering magic dust,
entertaining children.
Our names will live forever.
by Rory Stafford 2002
Rory - You never mentioned that you write fine poetry! Here's one comin' back at-tcha:
ReplyDeleteRemember me when flowers bloom
Early in the spring
Remember me on sunny days
In the fun that summer brings
Remember me in the fall
As you walk through leaves of gold
And, in the wintertime remember me
In the stories 'reb' has told!
Nice one Reb!
ReplyDeleteHey Rory,
ReplyDeleteMy condoleances. I know what it's like to lose loved pets - I don't even remember how many cats I have lost. The last one was a beautiful persian female which my friend Michèle from Marseille brought to me - as she (the cat) was going nuts in her high-rise building apartment.
That was only a couple of months ago. She had adapted quite well to her new environment, and there was no conflict with my 2 cats. She wasn't the shy type and let herself being stroked and even taken into your arms.
I had managed to encourage her to go into the courtyard at the back of the apartement so that she would at long last see fresh air and a bit of nature.
Then, a few days later, she was lying down, resting in a cardboard box like cats often like to do, situated right behind my computer desk seat. I thought "I won't disturb her, she seems quite content". Alas some time later I checked on her and within seconds I realized she was dead.
I hadn't had much time with her - maybe just a few short weeks - but that was enough for me to develop a real affection for her. So, I was pretty devastated.
WhyNot,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment. My beautiful dogs are long dead, Butler (in the background) lived 17 years. He was the best dog ever. Zorro his son (in the foreground) died only four years old of Cancer. I still miss them.
I swear to God when Yogi dies I too will flop over and die. Sick to death of people I am.
Rory
Rory,
ReplyDelete"I swear to God when Yogi dies I too will flop over and die."
Don't say that, my friend, please. I know you won't, I promise. I loved every one of my cats to death, and that's a lot of cats, like at least 10, and every time one of them died, I thought it was the end of the world and life wasn't worth living any longer. And yet... I'm still around, I'm not mourning about my previous cats who are long dead, and instead, I'm rejoicing every day about the company of my 2 wonderful cats, T-Rex and Neige.
About Zorro... this reminds me of a cat Dianne and I got as a tiny little kitten. We called him Humphrey. He must have been only 2 months old when he showed signs of being really sick. We took him to the vet; the vet did some tests and the verdict was that Humphrey had AIDS - I can't remember exactly now, but the correct technical/medical term is something like "feline flu".
And so we had to watch little Humphrey deperish every day, and eventually, when the poor thing looked so miserable, we took him to the vet to put him out of his misery. I can't tell you how horrible it was for us to see this little fur ball, full of life and joy at first, going downhill progressively to the point of not even wanting to eat any longer.
The bright side of things is that life comes and goes, and it means new life comes along - for as corny as it may sound. By this I mean, news puppies, new kittens come along. If I may suggest something that worked for me time and time again... GET A NEW PUPPY (well, for me, obviously, it was get a new kitten)! Or even adopt a dog from the RSPCA.
Come over to PP and talk about it to Stiletto; she is fanatic animal lover, and may have useful words of comfort and advice.
WhyNot,
ReplyDeleteYeah, when I made that last comment I was really down. Certain people are fucking me over at the moment. I am happier today and was talking to some of my dog-loving friends in the town. I was telling them I might go to the Wexford Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals and see if I can find a bitch puppy to adopt, Yogi could use the company.
Rory