Headstall's Poetry Prompts - 3. Chapter 3 Haiku-Tail Thumps and Clicking Nails

These were wonderful Gary. The football had me bawling.

On 07/10/2015 07:15 AM, Reader1810 said:

It really is the little every day things that we miss the most isn't?

Yes it is, Reader, and there are reminders of that everywhere. Sorry it took so long to reply but it was easier to put it off. Thanks for the review and the sentiment... cheers... Gary...

On 07/10/2015 09:03 AM, LitLover said:

These were wonderful Gary. The football had me bawling.

I can finally reply now. The football one was so hard. When I put it on her grave, I was a mess, and when my kids saw it there, they were the same. I felt kind of bad that I did it, because I didn't think of them seeing it. Thanks for reviewing, Lit... Gary

It took me four days until I caved and got a new puppy after my first dog died. I couldn't stand the silence and all the things you so expertly put in poetic words.

On 07/16/2015 03:30 AM, aditus said:

It took me four days until I caved and got a new puppy after my first dog died. I couldn't stand the silence and all the things you so expertly put in poetic words.

I just can't think of that yet. I was doing fine today, and then the mail came, with an incredible condolence card from our veterinarian, saying what a wonderful dog Mallory was, and what wonderful owners we were... It was signed by the whole clinic, and it was sweet, but it sent me into a tailspin again... thanks for the review, Adi... Gary

The 'couldn't throw it out yet' part resonated deeply with me. For a time I thought I could not bear to look at Leppy's bed in the kitchen, and considered tossing it out. But then, the other dogs began going to it, and I knew they were missing him too. That bed is used everyday by them now, and it's best that they still have a piece of 'him' too.

Thanks, Gary.

On 08/26/2015 11:45 AM, AC Benus said:

The 'couldn't throw it out yet' part resonated deeply with me. For a time I thought I could not bear to look at Leppy's bed in the kitchen, and considered tossing it out. But then, the other dogs began going to it, and I knew they were missing him too. That bed is used everyday by them now, and it's best that they still have a piece of 'him' too.

 

Thanks, Gary.

These ones were me at my lowest... when the reality of the permanence set in. It was the process necessary to heal. Thanks for giving me this outlet, and for reviewing...Gary

Gary... crying with you..
tim

On 09/28/2015 01:07 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Gary... crying with you..

tim

Man, I was a mess then. So were my kids. the support from here meant a lot, as did writing these poems. They were a release for me, I guess in a way like poetry is for you. Thanks for the review, and the commiseration... cheers... Gary...