Goodbye to a Honey of a Dog

 

Goodbye Good Girl

My sister's dog, Honey, was a dog 

with impeccable dog manners. 

I always thought of her as a gracious lady 

who invited others to be with her in a state

of calm as she sat with her front paws demurely

crossed and quietly waited for events to unfold.

But in life, Honey loved flying the most. 

When it was time to go out into the field for a run, 

Honey was like a gazelle leaping through the grass as

she flew straight up towards the geese flying overhead.

She was pure unbridled joy!

Boy, could she run! Boy, could she fly!

In the end, Honey's final days were more difficult, 

with her eyesight and hearing failing. Her flying through the air 

days were over except in her dreams. 

Joyfully Flying Free Once More

But when it was her time to go, her 

dreams of joyfully flying and leaping through life softly

carried her over to the otherside after her passing.

And when a giant wood moth flew into 

my sister's garden the day after Honey passed 

she knew it was Honey flying in 

for one last flyover; for one last goodbye--

because Honey was a lady, and a lady 

never leaves without saying goodbye.

METAMORPHOSIS

I've Come to say Goodbye

Honey was a lady, and a lady never leaves 

without saying her goodbyes.

So the day after she passed 

Honey returned to Nancy's garden

as a Wood Moth surprise,

flying free, and happy as can be.

Goodbye Good Girl