"Eulogy for a Canine Friend"
"Eulogy for a Canine Friend" is another great piece by my brother Timm Seaman. A Great Eulogy. You will enjoy!
"Eulogy for a Canine Friend" by Timm Seaman
My days are now darkness, void of any movement or color; texture or form. The twinkle and mischief that you once knew is gone. No longer will I see your world or mine.
Bury me, for my eyes no longer see.
Bury me, but promise me that you will not cry for long. For my sake, make your tears, tears of happiness and joy. Revel in the time we had together, knowing that my eyes saw a million doggy wonders during my canine life. They saw the rising and setting sun; a rabbit darting across the grassy meadow; a fire burning brightly in the fireplace and in an open campfire when we traveled with the camper. They saw the twinkle of stars in the sky, a rainbow after I had frolicked and played in the morning rain, and the happy faces of children whom I so gleefully and gratefully played hide and seek with. They saw the frowns and tears of my masters when things weren’t going quite right, at which times I would have to wag my tail and sneek in a quick lick of my tongue across their faces to wipe away the tears and bring back the smiles. My eyes viewed the world from the open window of a car as the wind blew fleetingly into my face; the changing seasons in pure pleasure. And my eyes saw the joy and excitement on the faces of my masters as we played ball, and the contentment on their faces when we laid silently next to each other as the winter winds howled outside. Yes - my eyes no longer see, but they have seen.
Bury me, for my ears no longer hear, and there is silence around me.
Bury me, but promise me that you will not sorrow long. Be happy that my ears heard the songs of a million birds; heard the voices of my masters as they fussed at me for things I shouldn’t do and praised me for the good things I did, so that I might learn the difference. My ears heard the sound of the falling water as we hiked along the mountain trails; the sound of the waves breaking on the shore as we walked along the beach; and the sound of the water in the tub as my masters prepared my bath. I heard them calling me to dinner; and their voices loving and concerned as they nursed me in times of sickness. Yes - my ears no longer hear, but they have heard the wondrous sounds of the world.
Bury me, for my nose no longer senses smell.
Bury me, but promise me that your grief will not linger. For I have smelled a million different scents, from the rotting leaves of autumn to the salty sea air. The smell of a barnyard when we visited the farm. The lingering scent of my masters sweat when we traipsed through the woods together or chopped wood for a winter fire. The inviting odor of a beef roast cooking in the oven, knowing that my masters would soon share it with me. Yes - my sense of smell is gone, but I have been blessed to enjoy so many different smells the world had to offer.
Bury me, for my mouth no longer senses taste.
Bury me, but rejoice knowing that I have tasted the sweetness of life. What better than to experience the taste of a bone that once was buried in the dirt; the taste of a tennis ball that has just been yanked from the hand of the master; the flavor of a dog treat that you were able to get only by sitting up on your hind legs and expelling a playful bark that meant “please”; the taste of your masters sweat when you licked their face. Yes, my sense of taste is no more, but who has been luckier than I to have experienced so much.
Bury me, for my heart no longer beats.
Bury me, but do not let your own heart be broken by what is here and now. For my heart has experienced so much: the love of my masters who raised me, fed me, nourished me, and made me such a part of their lives; the kindness of strangers who petted me, played ball with me, and made general comments about how great a dog I was; and the friendship of a cat named Skeeter that accepted me as a friend and protector. Yes, my heart no longer beats, but know that my canine soul has risen and moved on to doggy heaven, and that you will always be a part of me.
Bury me. Cry a little. Sniffle some. Share your pain.
Then wipe your tears away, rejoice and celebrate the moments we shared.
Be happy for the time we had together. I certainly was!
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