This post is for my friend who was usually with me when I fed the birds.
Bonnie the dog.
She had to be put down a year ago today, but we still miss her.
She had been ill. We took her to the vets again. The only way we could help her was to put her out of her pain. Which we did. It was the only thing we could do, but being with an animal when it slips from life to death is horrible. Especially when that animal trusts you to get it better.
But I did feel relieved that she was out of her pain.
The house felt very empty for ages,
This poem was written in 1987 for a dog called Wimpy. Years later is says how I felt about Bonnie.
I didn’t write this poem, my dad did. I have changed the dogs name from Wimpy to Bonnie
No face at the window
No welcoming bark.
No more chasing a cat,
as we returned from the 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.