Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement
Has
the moon lost her Memory?
She
is smiling alone
In
the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
And
the wind begins to moan
In the last week of February 2016, a friend came to the farm that had
captured some memories. He had contacted me via social media, and we had
written back and forth a few times, and he wanted to try out his new camera,
little did I know...
Memory,
all alone in the moonlight
I
can smile at the old days
It
was beautiful then
I
remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let
the Memory live again
It
was a sunny day, and the dogs were in rare form while spinning, twisting, and
barking, ready to show off and be the life of the party which they usually are.
It was a fun-filled day, and with lots of action and for once, I was not behind
the camera. I've told Elaine many times that when I'm gone, no one would ever
think I ever went on vacation because I'm rarely in a photo, or maybe she
doesn't think I'm very photogenic. Hopefully, it's not the latter.
Many
times, I see on social media a "memory" photo will pop up,
sometimes the photo is our dog that has crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and it's bittersweet and brings back lots of memories and happier times.
It happens to me all the time because I have posted thousands of pictures, and
in the last few years, four of my dogs and have crossed the bridge but they come to visit on Facebook. While I am grateful to see my dogs
again, it comes with a price. The memory brings up emotions that have been
buried in a small box in a little corner of my brain — it's like pulling off a
scab from a wound that will never heal.
As
most of us know, when we are reminded of this, it brings pain in our hearts.
Not many days go by when you don't think of your past life with your best
friend and companion and you want so much to see them again. Often we see them out of the corner of our eye or in a field,
but we do see them if only in our hearts.
Last
week, I was tagged by the friend that had taken the photos with a
link to them that was made in 2016. My heart skipped a
beat when I saw them, and my mind went back to that day, and how much fun we had, my heart was happy but heavy.
They were all with me again, Clancy, Molly, and Abbie, and our little family was together
again. I could scratch their ears, rub their fur and even smell their scent.
They were home again, and life was happy, but it was short.
Some
may say our dogs don't even know who we are, beyond the hand that feeds them,
but I disagree. They have changed our lives in many ways and the life of
others. The song The Way We Were, may say it all.
Memories
may be beautiful and yet
What's
too painful to remember
We
simply choose to forget
So
it's the laughter
We
will remember
Whenever
we remember...
The
way we were...
It
was a wonderful trip down Memory Lane, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you, Joe, you'll never know how much it
meant to me to touch, rub and smell them again, if only in my mind. That afternoon I sat under the tall trees, where the sun shines through an open canopy. With wind chimes that sing with the breeze, in the Adirondack Chairs and thought about the best dogs in the world and the Way We Were... Ken
I can smile at the old days
It was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the Memory live again...