My Superdog is Gone!

yes, this young-looking 12-year-old dog,

the superdog, 

the only one remaining of my original hounds,

and my bestfriend is gone.

Sweepy died before noon today in our house Heaven

after a long bout with kennel cough.

I was with him all night

holding his soft purring body,

praying for pain-free goodbye

and telling each other

it is never goodbye

and that we will meet each other again

in a place that is never locked in pain

and old age or cancer

but in our euphoric spirit form.

How does one move on?

How do we grieve and let go?

When Sweepy died this morning

I personally wrapped his still form,

closed those gorgeous eyes

that looked at me all night

and watched his keeper cry.

We buried him underneath the trees Yvon and Chicky

where his family Sumo and Bogart were buried.

We lighted candles and prayed.

Then I have to do the painful task 

of informing his friends on FB

thanking each and every kind soul

reaching out with kind words

and loving condolences . . .

People think I was home moping in grief

but there is no time for moping.

I have to clean and wash Heaven

removing traces of the superdog

on the walls, the floors, the chairs,

washed his pillows and blankets

and putting order back to my Heaven

so the others can move on

with clean energies and spaces.

Our adopted dogs Kizu and Hughes

and cats Petrocelli, Petra and Petrine

and I were in a daze 

like we stopped from a whirling dance

and the music goes on and on.

We will dance again.

We will mope and grieve

but we will hear the music again

and we will learn to dance again.

My superdog is not really gone

he just went ahead

to where we shall meet again

in another heaven . . .

For my Sweepy

March 18, 2002 - January 8, 2015