Wednesday, May 3, 2023

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