Sunday, August 05, 2007

Getting on

Son-in-law was cycling in a race yesterday in the Welsh hills so I took Holly up to be reunited with her people. Daughter did say we could keep her a bit longer if that would help but it would only have put off the inevitable dog-less day.

The house is very empty today and the kitchen seems enormous without a dog bed or bowls - or latterly, lots of bits of rug - to say nothing of a great smelly, slobbery, hairy monster.

We had a card from the vet. Inside it reads:
Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you ...
I loved you so -
'twas Heaven here with you.
Isla Paschal Richardson

8 comments:

River said...

As long as you have memories Harvey will always be with you.

Clare said...

what a lovely vet you have! And very true words. Thinking of you xx

MaryB said...

Got a big choked up with the poem, but it does speak truth. Your dear Harvey just happens to be a great loving dog, instead of an invisible rabbit (as in the play/James Stewart film)! It was heaven for him and for you. I know you treasure those years.

Liz said...

He was named after the rabbit, mary!

Yes, Clare, the vet and staff were very good, and the words are so true.

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Oh, Liz, I know that "empty house " feeling - it is so painful. What a lovely verse that is that the vet sent you. I hope it helps.

Steve G said...

That is very nice. Must be a good vet.

MissKris said...

Oh, dear friend...my heart breaks with you and for you. I can't imagine there isn't some special place where our treasured pets go when they die. I'm sure your beloved Harvey is there romping thru the grass and snapping at butterflies! I wish I was there to give you this in person, but this will have to do for now.....
((((((((((HUG))))))))))

Mauigirl said...

What a lovely poem, I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes.

It is so hard to come home to that empty, dogless house...I know.