I started this poem many months ago after Doodle crossed over and updated it last week for Mary Moo. The waves of grief come further apart now. I no longer check Mary’s room every day. David and I reminisce about the pack, their antics, and individual peculiarities. Fond memories are starting to match the sadness. Maybe some day fond memories will prevail.
Mary Moo, Jesse, Doodle, Beep, and Oreo. (Back cover painting for Trust the Timing.)
Must love dogs, she said.
Be careful what you wish for.
My soul mate’s three joined my two
For a crazy blended family.
The five pack struggled to mesh.
Who was in charge?
The humans of course!
So we thought.
Little Mary Moo had been the boss.
Doodle, food-obsessed coon hound,
Taught her otherwise.
Possessive Beep and Neurotic Oreo were buds.
Golden Boy Jesse shared guard duty.
The five pack adapted.
Dog love flourished,
With episodic bedlam.
My golden boy was the first to leave.
He used to love to run on the beach,
But his old legs wouldn’t work anymore.
Then there were four.
Quiet Oreo left us next.
His lovable heart gave out.
No more thunder storms to terrify.
Then there were three.
Beep missed Oreo,
But she still had a pack to herd
Until she could walk no more.
Then there were two.
We thought Doodle would be last,
Being so loud and full of life.
I bet she took that rainbow bridge in a single bound.
And then there was one.
Mary Moo was once a feisty girl.
Almost 18, deaf and blind,
She kept looking for something she lost.
Maybe that squirrel she caught long ago.
Our five spirit dogs
Now live on the other side
of the rainbow bridge,
Not waiting idly.
Jesse swims in mountain lakes.
Oreo doesn’t have to be scared anymore.
He’s running with his friend, Beep.
Doodle is friends with everyone.
Mary Moo chases squirrels like lightening.