Last night I dreamed of Jack.
He was lost, but I knew he had
Crossed the road
And gone into the woods.
I walked into the forest
And climbed to the top of a pine tree.
There was a nest there,
Rocking like a cradle
In the gentle breeze.
The trees showed me the nest
And told me he was safe,
When I got back to the ground
I could see, far off,
a circle of dancing women.
White flowing dresses,
Radiant warm light bathing them from above,
Their arms swayed in the air
Like a nest rocking
On a gentle breeze
In the top of a pine tree.
I woke up
As soon as we laid eyes on you
Our hearts rushed in, unprotected,
Held captive by you
With your bright, smiling eyes.
Even with your hair grown long
Like a Highland cow
Those brown, trusting eyes,
“They’re under there somewhere,”
We fed you, watched you grow,
Cheered your every milestone,
Forgave your every transgression,
(Even that time you unraveled
the berber carpet in the bedroom.)
We loved you with wild abandon,
Ignoring the certainty
that some day we’d lose you.
And now you have gone.
And our unprotected hearts
have shattered, quite completely.
Broken wide open with the sudden loss of you.
“Thank you” is all we can say.
Thank you for being our very sweet pup.
Stealer of hearts.
Such a good dog.
Hearts will heal, eventually.
But they will be forever reconfigured
By loving you.
Maybe it’s because I love beautiful photographs, but I’ve always had one of those calendars that hangs on my wall. When the new month arrives, I turn the page to see what picture will accompany my journey for the next thirty days.
When Jack came to live with us, I started making calendars of Jack photos and/or cartoons. I made one for myself and gave them as gifts and such. (I now have six-year’s-worth of old Jack calendars that I can’t seem to throw away.)
This year, I pulled together some of my favorite pictures from my Scotland trip and made a calendar featuring Scotland. I think I’ll have a Jack calendar here at home and a Scotland calendar at the office.
Anyway, I realized that others might have the same old-fashioned craving — for a calendar that travels with you through the year. If you do, I have a few you might like to consider. Just take a look at them at Redbubble. (If you are a photographer or an artist, you might want to check out Redbubble. You can upload your works and have them printed on everything from cards to calendars, to phone cases, clocks, and mugs.)
And if anyone wants an old Jack calendar, just let me know. 🙂
Bless to me this chair
This strong and safe chair
Under which I hide
At the doctor’s office.
Bless to me this chair
And its durable seat
That hides me from the
Giant vet tech who threatens
To pick me up
And put me on the table.
Bless to me this chair
In its little corner
And bless to me the treats
I know are in the cabinet
Come quickly, treats,
Come quickly, come now.
More Jack is at jackthescottie.com.
Those who are following me and Jack may have noticed that the blog took a long vacation this summer. There were three family weddings and one Upper Room SOULfeast retreat. Jack had a great time at Camp Tracy. And I had a great time seeing loved ones get married and meeting new extended family.
I’m back and you’ll notice that the blog has a new name and new look. Formerly, “Life with Jack,” the blog is now called “All the Wonders.” Jack decided to start his own blog. He will still post here from time to time, but his photos, wisdom, and cartoons can now be found at jackthescottie.com.
Blessings to you, my friends. I hope you are well. Let me know how you are doing when you have the time.
Much love and best wishes for a Happy New Year from Jack to each of you!
I face the new year.
With new squirrels and cats and such.
Please let me catch one.
Last night was quite loud.
I was scared to go outside.
What’s up with fireworks?
It’s foggy today.
Or do I need a haircut?
I can’t really tell.
It is new year’s day.
My breakfast was late again.
I hope work starts soon.
I love all of you.
You are the nicest people.
But you could send treats.
Jack still has some of his 2013 calendars left (Jack’s Tips for Healthy Living – 2013). If you’d like a signed copy, send Beth an email and we’ll get one to you. (email@example.com.)
Here’s a bit of Scottie Christmas for you and yours ….
A Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
There was barking and snuffling because of a mouse.
All I Want for Christmas
All I want for Christmas is a treat to eat,
a treat to eat, just a treat to eat.
If I could only have just a treat to eat,
then I could wish you Merry Christmas.
The Friendly Beasts
Jesus our brother, kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our brother, kind and good.
“I,” said the Scottie, black and warm,
I snuggled their feet on Christmas morn;
They won’t hurt my baby who’s just born.”
“I,” said the Scottie, black and warm.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
With Love from Jack and Spec