In Memory
Where to Bury a Dog
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now
of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are
aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried
beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season
the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree,
or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury
a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or
gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder.
These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it
touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams
actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it
matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where
the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in
puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most
exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and
nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best
place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will
come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a
dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming,
for he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may
never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master
Written by Ben Hur Lampman, 1941
Gone but Never forgotten
In Loving Memory of....
Kosher Pickle
My Little dog with a big heart
January 12th 1990 - January 26th 2005
Dalton
My first Keeshond.....
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