I just found this poem and just about busted out in tears. When I was 12, my dog Timmy, the best Cairn Terrier in the WHOLE WORLD died in a car accident.
I swore that he was still with me. I felt his presence for years. I still do, when I think about him - even though I live on the other side of the planet from his little grave, in my parents' backyard in Connecticut.
I'm not sure anyone else in my family quite knew what I was talking about when I said "Timmy's still here."
Maybe they did, and they just didn't want to say, because we were all so sad.
Then today I found this poem, written by the infamous "Author Unknown."
I'm Still Here
I stood beside your bed last night
I came to have a peek
I could see that you were crying
You found it hard to sleep
I whined to you softly
As you brushed away a tear
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast
I watched you pour the tea
You were thinking of the many times
Your hands reached down to me
I was with you at the shops today
Your arms were getting sore
I longed to take your parcels
I wish I could do more
I was with you at my grave today
You tend it with such care
I want to reassure you
That I'm not lying there
I walked with you toward the house
As you fumbled for your key
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said "It's me."
You looked so very tired
And sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there
It's possible for me to be
So near you everyday
To say to you with certainty
"I never went away."
You sat there very quietly
Then you smiled, I think you knew
In the stillness of that evening
I was very close to you.
The day is over...
I smile and watch you yawning
And say "Good night, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right
For you to cross the brief divide
I'll rush across to greet you
And we'll stand side by side
I have so many things to show you
There is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out
And then come home to be with me
I know that I've run across this poem before, but I somehow skipped over it's significance. Now, today, I realized that it's TRUE!!!!
So I cried a little, and then spent some time with Timmy. While I was with him, I said:
"I love you Timmy. I'm sorry that I sometimes ignored you when you wanted to play. And I'm sorry that I was so darn busy saying hello to my friends that I didn't notice you running out in the road.
Lucky for me, I now know that you forgave me ... in fact, you never had anything to forgive. You've been here all along.
I bet you love the Pacific Ocean as much as you used to love Padarewski Pond!"
I hope this isn't too sentimental or over-the-top to share. I just felt compelled to share it with you all. I get it now. Our dogs don't even realize that they're not in physical bodies anymore - they're so "soulful" that they see no real difference. In body, beyond the body - it's all the same. It's only from our perspective that there is any separation.
I'm so grateful for this release!!!
Many blessings to you, and to your dogs.