Bear

Our Dog Bear 

Bear (17-325C)

As I open the door
A wave of grief meets me
No Bear to greet me
As I enter the garage

Pilot looking with lonely eyes

She knows Bear won't be back
We grieve a few minutes together
Mutual comfort, then move forward

A heart of gratitude for final moments

Sitting petting Bear in the brilliant sun
On a very warm Novembers morn
As I mourn in his final hours

Memories remain to mix

Together with joy and gratitude
For times we shared over fourteen years
And hope of the day when all things made new

Reminder to love well

To hold those I love loosely
To express my heart in the present
No guarantee for another breath

Sorrow and grief will recede

No longer need to carry the trauma
Placing life, times, who and what I love
In Father's hands with praise on my lips

Moments where enemy wants to plant

Seeds of accusation at Father
Same old scheme and now
I will not take the bait

I will offer praise to Father

Brings Him pleasure to be real
And worship in the midst of pain
He lifts the suffering, His peace settles

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-325C)

It is always hard when having to let go of a pet when he has been part of life for such a long time. We had to put Bear down last November.