Remembering my special dog , Jess.
A picture of those eyes.
Eyes Like Those.
Liquidly dark, humanised, and somehow
defining each long glance
as wise beyond most of his kind,
eyes like those of Jess my dog daily mesmerized.
Never sly, but strangely asserting firm assurance,
that dog had it all,
and bypassers' sighs of delight
who met and reflected that gaze were a sure sign.
The canine was a small model of all aliveness
like no other
I had seen, and he had an extraordinary mind.
I could only admire his masertly mission to lead
as he rounded up
all household pets helping them wash and feed.
The day he rescued one tiny and lost aviary bird
which had made an escape
was a day to remember and in which he excelled.
Despite galeforce winds, he found and nosed out
the frightened bird's whereabouts
and whining he sat as he barked for assistance
until someone heard
which was well into evening but Jess saved the bird.
Mine was the pleasure of living with Jess of the
large eyed intelligence
on very small legs, he of the tenderest ways and
the big heart of devotion,
provided he was given the top-dog place, otherwise
one altered look from
those eyes would melt any but strongest resistance.
Long before he decided he could no longer live
without his recently
deceased brother whom he had babied for years
Jess's appeal
was relentless, always giving and so very alert.
Every intention was registered in those fine eyes
and so soulful that look
when refusing to eat Jess pined himself into his
last dreamtime,
filled with such memories Jess left behind tears.
Eyes like those did not need words, though even
before last goodbyes
they tried to allay any fears as he went by
bestowing on me one final gaze.
I knew I would miss that wonderful dog and I did.
you know I cry for 'most anything (tis my hang-up) & this lovely heart-tuggin' write brought the misty-eyes...its a very beautiful tribute to your faithful friend...nice works Fay....
'he pined himself into Dreamtime',,, and this is the line that turned on my taps - just special Fay. Thank you.
This is such a heartfelt poem. I kept sighing all the while I was reading it but it was not because I was bored or unimpressed; it was because you have painted some of the admirable traits of pets and the satisfaction of reading something that justifies it. Truly lovely.
I think there is so much we as humans can learn from our pets, the never ending devotion and unconditional love they seem to effortlessly give. This is a fine tribute.
Those eyes, the windows of his soul, will always reflect in yours Fay, as love like this can never die. I see the spark in his eyes from the picture you have so creatively provided and any pet whisperer would say the words he couldn't that he will be yours for evermore, in your heart and in your dreams...
Some pets, especially dogs, have a way of communicating with us that is quite uncanny, Fay, and makes one feel there is the reincarnation of a person within their mind. Your beautiful poem expressed that very well about your wonderful and faithful dog, Jess. Carl.
wonderful dog he would have liked this poem
Although his lovely eyes may not have needed words, you have offered them a page of truly magnificent ones. A beautiful picture, a very special poem.
He reminds me of my parents last few dogs, sadly I forget their names now, but not the joy they brought to my parents in their final years.