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In memory

Vision

He stands at the top of the rise and looks back to see if I'm okay – torn between my need for his presence – and the voices that call him to his new world.

I wave him on, knowing that tall grasses and fragrant breezes await him, and pray my eyes do not betray my anguish at his going. And still he waits and watches – as if to give me time to accept what we both know must be.

Run my beautiful boy! Race the wind in jubilation! Follow the scents and sounds that call you and rejoice in the freedom from earthly bonds. Go with my blessings and my love – but take this silver thread which holds my heart so I may one day find my way to you.

One Year Gone

Soft fur blowing gently in breezes filled with
life and the scent of prey – and the soft milkweed
flowers you seemed to love.
Happy always, except when left behind,
each night you greeted my return with scoldings –
but forgave me when I shared my pasta!

So often your eyes would dance with mischief
as though you knew some private joke but wouldn't tell.
And when my heart was breaking, you understood,
and comforted me with your closeness.
And later your silly antics made me laugh again.

You were my anchor through seven years of ups and downs,
the only steadfast thing in life. I loved you so!
But instincts stronger than domestic life pulled you,
took you into the path of danger.
Do you still chase that little fox in the spirit world?

Do you miss me, oh mighty hunter – gentle friend?
Sweet wolf spirit, you will live in my heart forever!
And when my time comes to cross over, I will rejoice
in the sweetness of reunion!

Where are you, sweet spirit?

Sweet wolf spirit, where are you?

I search the wind for the scent of your fur,
and the sound of your singing,
but no answer comes.
My soul cries out to yours...
my tears giving testimony to the bond so
heartlessly broken

You have touched the center of my being
and righted the wrongs in my life with
your generous heart and unconditional love
Your absence leaves me bereft, without direction

I wake at night, my ankles unencumbered
by your fuzzy head,
and reach for your spot on the bed but
find no goodnight puppy kiss...

Your lonely mate, like me, searches her world
hoping to find you, not understanding...
Her eyes, like mine, lose focus as they see
only memories and the emptiness of your loss

Your leaving came too quickly -- without warning
We had no chance to say ''goodbye"
And perhaps that is the greatest pain.

You are missed, sweet Shadow.


Kelly-Mom & Sophie Dream Keeper
March, 2002