Dog Days

Cherry

By marandina

Mon, 13 Jul 2026
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Dog Days

Lingering on

the back seat,

threadbare tartan rug,

paw prints in paisley,

dust preserved in amber.

 

I think of chiffon,

fur coloured ebony,

this silent sepulchre,

canine memorial

for my aging mind.

 

The onset of nightfall,

dusk engulfing daylight,

stars lap at celestial shores,

dreams of ghost dogs;

stillness in lamentation.

 

I miss him.

 

I wrote this in March 2024 about grieving for my dog. This is an edited and updated version that I feel as though I can post now. Maybe it helps someone else. The original from two years ago was raw but did appear on X/Twitter. Some folks seemed to like it.

As much as I miss my border collie – Skye – and I do, there is the possibility of getting another dog later this year. Another border collie, probably.

Certificate PG
Poem
Eric the Collie
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by GlosKat on

Hi Paul

Your poem is a lovely memorial to Skye.  They always stay with you, loyal even after they've left. Little reminders pop up.  I do hope you get another one, please tell us if you do.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, Gloskat.

If and when we get another woofer, I'm sure I'll be writing about it before long.

Dogs are amazing. 

 

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

They're with us always, even when they're gone

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, insert. And for the cherries.

You are right, they are always with us. 

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Your poem helped Paul, as I read it with sadness. We were at the vets today with one of our dogs. Time's running out for her. These things are never easy.

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, T.

Sorry to hear that. Those final days are tough on everyone. 

 

Submitted by Curtis Ray Jones on

they are never moody always overjoyed to see you and overflowing with gratitude, unlike people that change and grow bitter over nothing, hold grudges judge and demand. Dogs do live up to the old adage 'mans best friend'. Sad sweet simple poem , 'stars lap at celestal shore' effective and full of meaning. You lost something you love thats deep pain that always leaves a deep scar, hate you have to bear it,

Great Work  

Ray

Rayjones

Submitted by marandina on

Cheers, Ray. It's unconditional with dogs. That's what makes them so special.