Missing mishka

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear…

Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long–
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?


The power of the Dog ~ Kipling

Grief for my daughter's big, warm-hearted dog - ever welcoming, ever watchful, ever playful. Missing Mishka now and forever.

7 Comments on “Missing mishka

  1. Today my hiking companion shared her water with a passing hot elderly black labrador. And later, I shared mine with her.

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