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I have no clue if there is some sort of "life" after death, but in the face of despair that threatens to engulf me when a beloved canine campanion exits my life, the imagery in this poem has always lifted my spirits -- and allowed me to indulge in a much needed all out cry.
It's a fantasy that feels so real because it captures the essential reality of our shared lives that can never be erased.
I hope it brings you some sort of comfort to you too:
In My Good Death - by Dalia Shevin
I will find myself in high summer grass.
The humming shock of the golden light.
And I will hear them before I see them
and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet me.
All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses bumping against my palms,
their hot panting, their rough, faithful tongues.
Their eyes young and shiny again.
The dense scruff of their fur,
The unspeakable softness of their bellies,
their velvet ears against my cheeks.
I will bend to them, my face covered with their kisses,
My hands full of them.
In the grass I will let them knock me down.
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