I Look for You

 

When the veil grows thin

between your world and mine,

do you ever visit me? This is the time

when spirits walk among us.

I look for you.

At the witching hour, I listen

for your lonely howl, echoing 

down the mountain.

Sometimes I fancy your paws

still padding beside me,

as they did during your dying year,

I readying myself for heartbreak

that has never really eased.

I miss you, still.

I always will - you, my wild one,

my soulmate, my companion

in our love of wilderness.

When the veil grows thin,

I almost see you, ghostly,

flitting among the misty trees,

or galloping a wild shore, 

too far ahead for me to catch up.

But I will, one of these days,

join you in the ether. I picture

that joyous reunion.

I will wear pockets

stuffed with treats
just for you.

- for Pup

Pup leaping for a treat -
Dog of Joy

At earthweal we are contemplating Samhain, the time of year when spirits walk among us. The morning after Pup died, right when they would have been cremating him, I felt his snout on the edge of my bed, the way he woke me every morning - and that one last time.