Farewell, farewell Spanky

This is definitely one of the harder posts I’ve sat down to type. Spanky, Shannon’s parents’ dog, moved on to doggie heaven yesterday. He always got the “he’s a bit crazy” introduction to anybody who hadn’t met him since I’ve known him. But in the past two years, I got to hang out with him, I can certainly attest to that rather random introductory sentence. He was, after all, the only dog I know who was crazy enough to swim hours on out in the pool until the age of 15. And even though I can dive into the myriad of health-related problems that he had to struggle through in his last days, I’d rather just end with this picture and poem.

Farewell Spanky

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you waken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

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