Our family’s dog, Shadow, died on Wednesday, New Year’s Eve, 2003. It wasn’t easy.
Shadow
Play now in your new frozen tundra, joyfully
a beautiful, magnificent figure in a white storm
Pull now, the sleigh, with all of your strength, happily
your husky, wolfen brethren welcome you into their fold
Soft blue eyes, always knowing, burned into our minds
they will never, can never, be forgotten
gaze downward often, we are thinking of you
Here, you were our boy: tame, strong, loving, proud
we miss you already
good boy, pretty boy, my boy,
how’s my boy? how’s my boy? … yeah, how’s my boy?
*woof … arrr-rooo-roo-roo
farewell, my boy, i love you