Wednesday 19 December 2012

AN OPEN LETTER TO THOM THE WORLD POET

Dear Thom,

What you did yesterday was very very sweet, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Helen Taylor and her three children (to whom I am Uncle Jon, and have been for years) were distraught when their dog Travis was put to sleep on Monday. I posted about it on the various blogs, but both Helen and I were very touched by the poem you wrote yesterday.
Thank you my dear friend...

DEATH OF A PET

there is a love unique between
the owner and the non-ownee
(a cat is always free-as mermaids
wedded to the sea)
so when dis-ease  reduces capacity
high rise all vet fees/until mortality
steals breath and energy-
enervating,deflating,diminishing
one who is precious
into a bare facsimile
ghost shadow-loved yet not
capable of responding
Tears come in.Departing,grieving begins
even before that warm body is cold fur
And your ghost love-special,unique-
floats away to Pet Paradise
(You wanted so much that they might stay
All that is loved must leave
We all go away.


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