Crossing the Bar
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
Cranford's Miss Mollie is a sweet, special girl. Yes, I have photos of her, but that's the portrait a friend did, which Mark and I gifted to my sister and her husband for Christmas last year. Like my boys, Molls is older - 13 - but the last year has been one of a rather steady decline. Today's the day my sister and her family will help Mollie find the Rainbow Bridge, and on the other side, she'll be able to walk and run again, and her barks will be more than senile frustration.
It's not easy, being a pet owner. I will cry again next week when Fred and I visit Dr. Nancy, knowing that Mollie was carried in for her final visit today.
I'd wanted to to this yesterday, for dogs on thursday, but first we had no internet service at home, and then the hour after hour of severe thunder storms came. We'll miss you Mollie, but you'll never be forgotten.
Nicole sent me the most wonderful little "share-mail" earlier this week, and it's a longer than this, but here's the closing comment:
"People are born so that they can learn how to live a good
life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice,
right?" The five-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already
know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."