Three months old My valiant shield maiden,
I never feared the darkness with you by my side
Your throaty 200 lb. growl threatened most demons and kept them at bay
Manners so proper, a true lady
you were something to behold.
For 12 years, you hid your business so
that I was spared with a bag in my hand.
Your spirit and muzzle so gentle and kind,
That the parakeet lived long after his escapade
in your mouth.
The butterflies were spared
because you only chased shadows.
But the murder of crows that descended
Soon discovered a caramel tornado with a powerful yell
Never mind you were only defending an empty dinner bowl.
The swaying palm fronds, the kites in the sky, the wind
and the hot air balloons—all shared your deep dislike.
How funny you were when it came to costumes, parties, and people,
Tactile was never close enough and your kisses were atypical. The cat licked me more than you.
How psychic you were when you were a pup,
to come my lap and place your oversized paw on my knee.
You made me look into your guileless brown eyes to see your quiet plea and rescue you from the cacophony.
How psychic you were as a maven to know when we suffered, so respectful you were…
I miss your intuitive, intelligent companionship,
your unconditional love
and your big brave heart.
See you at the gates of heaven, my canine love.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Shield maiden
REST IN PEACE
Shasta Daisy FerrisÂ
October 31, 2020