Bird Table News

This post is for my friend who was usually with me when I fed the birds.  Bonnie the dog. 

She has been ill.  We took her to the vets again.  The only way we could help her was to put her out of her pain. 

The house seems very empty, yet I feel relieved she is out of her pain.

This poem was written in 1987 for a dog called Wimpy.  But 21 years later it says how I feel about Bonnie.  

I didn’t write this poem 

To Bonnie

No face at the window.
No welcoming bark.
No more chasing a cat,
as we returned fromthe park.
There will be a big gap for a long time to come.
That chair will be vacant every time I come home.

But, Bonnie, my pet,
You were loved by us all,
and though for you I still fret
You had to go at the Call.
You’re at peace near the garden, where you loved to play
And I’ll oft stand beside you at the end of the day.

Bonnie always used to come with me when I fed the birds.  She was company and enjoyed the garden.