Wednesday 30 March 2011

364 days

And tomorrow is day 365 - a year since we said our tearful farewell to Danny.

Mrs B and I still get upset when we think about him and that is why you might notice our departure from the cyber world for a couple of days. But Danny will be with us, he has never left us in a way.

Danny

There is one best place to bury a dog.

If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - 
come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, 
and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again.  

And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog.

Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. 


B H Lampman

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