Tuesday, 13 January 2009
"If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness." [Marjorie Garber]
Last week that 'profound sadness' came to be. My dog of 17 years passed away. I cried...more of wept, actually. I did not think I would, but I did. And honestly, I do not think I have gotten over her loss yet. She was not a pet. I do not believe in keeping 'pets'. She was that member of the family who happened to be a dog.
This space I leave in honour of my Principessa: friend and guardian. Run along, mighty paw; run along with the holy hounds. Run along with Artemis. Her bow and arrows look after you now.
And to Artemis Potnia Theron, I thank you for your mercy. On my dog's grave I placed some rice, sugar and an egg. Please give it to her. Take her to the fields and help her cross mountains of wild thyme. She likes the open spaces. And when the time comes that I am ready to meet her on the Rainbow Bridge, please accompany her.
This space is also for you, Mistress.
"Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his vices." [Lord Byron at the grave of his beloved Boatswain]
I can say the same for my Principessa.