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Billy the beagle was my baby. He was a comfort and a joy. Billy went to join my lover, Don, and our chocolate lab, Peko.
He is no longer in pain and the memories of all three will be with me for life. They brought me more joy than anyone can ever know. I love them and always will.
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air...I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre you blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop some where waiting for you
-W. Whitman
Don, Billy, Jerry the cat, and Steve our first Christmas together back in San Francisco. |
