You were not pets but friends...

The last rituals,
the last pavings,
dust to dust crust to crust...
the wind blowing what we feel,
all we've got are those memories,
the reminiscing images, 
the little strands we hold onto.

You were not pets,
but friends,
holding out your paw,
as we were long lost friends,
running out to to the gate,
wagging your tail,
licking and trying to push the paw onto the way...

Time has gone, 
they said dogs' got only a few years to live,
believe them??
I never did 
'cause you had more life within you,
than anyone could ever have.

Now we dig,
a grave, a nightstand.
How can I look back? when all I've got are grim thoughts
First you lassie...
now Ronaldo...

Somewhere we must have met as friends,
with a bond timeless and eternal as such,
that pain gives away to tears.

The wind blowing,
and the saying whispers,
dust to dust
crust to crust....

I whisper,
the only prayer I know that would do you good,
"idan mea gnathi nan hothu sukhitha honthu gnathayo..."

May you rest in Peace and find the true relief in life...!!!!! 


30 October 2009