Our hearts are broken as we say goodbye to our family dog.
My granddaughter grew up with Penny. Or maybe it was Penny who grew up with Hannah. Or I guess we all grew up together.
She always thought she was a lap dog, though 80 pound Labrador Retrievers can take up the entire couch.
She was always up for a selfie.
Best. Dog. Ever.
I'm sure I'll have more to say about Penny later, when the hole in our lives isn't such a gaping wound as it is today.
So for now, let me share with you a poem, written by the lovely poet Tom Luce, titled Buy a Dog.
As is often the case with poetry, this poem isn't actually about a dog.
I had a dream, it was a good dream
you were there and so was I.
We were so happy
I did not want to open up my eyes,
and we were driving down a road;
it was a long one.
There were signs all over;
the signs said "welcome to your life".
I looked over and you were smiling.
You had a great big smile going.
You turned to me, you turned and you said:
"all your life, all your life, I got your back."
So if you want to try
we'll make it you and I
we'll never be alone
we'll buy a dog and bring him home
he'll jump up on the bed
we'll be the best of friends
I think that we should try
I picture you and I...
I had another dream
I know you think, "how convenient"
but I swear it's the truth:
we were there, yeah, I was me and you were you.
We had a good long life on this planet
when we died we went to heaven,
saw that god was really Elvis!
Anyway, our souls were in the right place,
our souls were in the right place..
So if you want to try
we'll make it you and I
we'll never be alone
we'll buy a dog and bring him home
he'll jump up on the bed
we'll be the best of friends
I think that we should try
I think that we should try
And we'll take him on walks with us everyday
(underneath the summer sun).
He can ride in the back of our car when we go away
with his head outside of the window frame
and his tongue out.
It's a miracle that we're even here and alive.
Let's buy a dog and bring him home.
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