Holly, Dreaming
Holly was my dog for almost 17 years. My dog.
My first dog, Amy, was in honesty my Mom's dog... although she spent endless hours with me, if given a choice, it was my Mom she curled up with. And Toby, my second dog, who spent his 13 years adventuring with me, was first and foremost my Dad's dog. From the moment he saw my Dad, he essentially turned to me and said, "I'm with him." He rode in Dad's plane, Dad's boat, Dad's car -- leaning close against Dad's shoulder and wearing his baseball cap, inspiring local gossips to ask who was the blonde driving about with Paul. While Toby always came to sleep next to my bed, he rose very early, climbed the stairs and sprawled across Dad's bedroom doorway, to be sure Dad didn't leave without him in the morning.
But Holly, from the day we met and she crawled into my lap and fell asleep, was forever my dog. The dog of my heart. She left me last July, and her eulogy is posted on the Bondi Resort Blog.
Holly was my dog for almost 17 years. My dog.
My first dog, Amy, was in honesty my Mom's dog... although she spent endless hours with me, if given a choice, it was my Mom she curled up with. And Toby, my second dog, who spent his 13 years adventuring with me, was first and foremost my Dad's dog. From the moment he saw my Dad, he essentially turned to me and said, "I'm with him." He rode in Dad's plane, Dad's boat, Dad's car -- leaning close against Dad's shoulder and wearing his baseball cap, inspiring local gossips to ask who was the blonde driving about with Paul. While Toby always came to sleep next to my bed, he rose very early, climbed the stairs and sprawled across Dad's bedroom doorway, to be sure Dad didn't leave without him in the morning.
But Holly, from the day we met and she crawled into my lap and fell asleep, was forever my dog. The dog of my heart. She left me last July, and her eulogy is posted on the Bondi Resort Blog.
Holly, Dreaming
Dogs dreams of chases
Who can believe
Such intensity, such focus
Scrambling paws, small barks
Dogs dream in rich landscapes
Dogs dream of chase
Hunts
The delirious joy of running
Dogs dream of cats
Ascending trees.
Of rabbits, wind-fast
Dreams thick with remembered scent
The moist soil scrabbling away from paws
The glory of speed
Cats sleep near fires
Squared off, silent but for purring
Motionless as sphinx
And as secret
But dogs with aging eyes, old joints
Sleep with more intensity
Running down the air
I like to think I am in those dreams
A bond so ancient,
First dog at first fire,
Dreaming of first hunt, with first person
Cat will not say, ever.
But dog makes small noises
Calling me into her dream,
‘Come quick, come see!’
Tail thumping on the rug,
Remembering joy,
Times shared,
Me.
Dog dreams with such happiness
I like to think I am in those dreams
