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For the past week or so, we’ve been on the hunt for a new dog.  We know it wouldn’t be fair to it or to Tessa if we expected it to be another Tessa. So, we are accepting our loss in all its pain, but now beginning to see the bitter-sweetness of our memories.

A friend sent us an anonymous poem that says so much of what it has been like.


Divisdero Trail (13)
Our hike today was lonely without our dog Tessa.  But, she was there and we just couldn’t see her.


Here is the poem.  I’ve simply given it an appropriate title.


Tessa’s Ode to Us

I stood by your bed last nigt; I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

“It’s me. I haven’t left you. I’m well. I’m fine. I’m here.”


I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the coffee.

You were thinking of the many times your hand reached down to me.

I was with you on your hike today. Your heart was heavy and sore.

I longed to rub against you. I wish I could do more.


I was with you at the lilac bush today. You tend it with such care.

I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you toward the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you. I smiled and said, “It’s me.”


You look so very tired and sunk into a chair.

I tried hard to let you know that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.

To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”


You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,

In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over. I smile and watch you yawning and say,

“Good night I’ll see you in the morning.”


And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand side by side.

I have so many things to show you. There’s so much for you to see.

Be patient. Live your journey through. Then come home to be with me.


— Author Unknown


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