Pet memorials

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” – Anatole France

“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.” – Vicki Harrison

Ethel

  • Date of birth: September 2004
  • Date of passing: November 2014
  • Gender: female

We adopted Ethel, a rescued ex-breeding girl in 2006, to join Algy our boy pug as a companion. No breeding, pugs have too many health issues! We went on to adopt other dogs thru’ Happy Dogs Rescue in Hampshire and Many Tears Rescue in Wales.

Ethel was a very loving, happy and feisty pug. She regularly saw off dogs much bigger and scarier, totally fearless. She loved her dog and cat companions and loved her humans with utter trust. Ethel bore all her disabilities and scars with great stoicism and taught hubby and me so much, of how we should try to be, ourselves.  We thank God He gave her to us for almost 8 wonderful years.

A good friend described Ethel as ‘Moonbeams and Stardust wrapped up in black fur – smiling from ear to ear.’

We are comforted that she is happily over that Rainbow Bridge, with all the other animals who have gone before, so many of whom were unloved, cruelly treated and neglected, now happy forever more.

 

LUKE
by Mary Oliver

I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,

yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head

and her wet nose
touching
the face
of every one

with its petals
of silk,
with its fragrance
rising

into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen,

hovered—
and easily
she adored
every blossom,

not in the serious,
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom—

the way we praise or don’t praise—
the way we love
or don’t love—
but the way

we long to be—
that happy
in the heaven of earth—
that wild, that loving.

Your Comments

  1. 23 March from Anne HOLFORD

    Our pets teach us so much about love and loss. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.

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