Saturday

Memories, The Way We Were...





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...

Rest in Peace   "Hope"  5/17/2011 - 11-20/2019