Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Somewhere, out there, my heart calls for you
Somewhere, out there, your soul runs free and true
Time does not erase the pain and sadness
It lessens the grief, it eases the burden
But you, my love, are never, ever forgotten.

It has been a year.  If you are one of those who think, "Storm was 'justa dog'" I feel sorry for you.  The empathy we show our furred friends and furred loved ones, is repaid back to us 100 x 100 x infinity.

Storm was the naughtiest dog I've ever owned.  He did things to my home, to my yard, to the forest, to... that I never dreamed a dog would do.  He also protected me from harm from within my house when "evil" lived with us, soothed my anxiety laden nerves during the debacle that was my life in 2009 through mid-2010, and calmed my heart as he lay dying.

While I never really know if I am loved by humans, I know - anthropomorphology aside - the Storm loved me dearly... and would give his life for me.  I would have gladly given a few years of my own life to have him around a little while longer.

His youtube remains incomplete.  Almost like finishing it means really having to let him go.  I can't.

Storm was my soul.  And God Bless Bentley, he is my heartmender.  No doubt they'd have been best friends - naughtiness and all.


MamaDoodle said...

Yes. The love of a dog is true love.

On the first anniversary of my dog's death, I wrote this post: It's been two and half years. I still miss her.

Cartoon Characters said...

I was thinking the same thing about my year ago last month...

Thanks for your comments on my blog.

Slamdunk said...

I have enjoyed hearing your stories about Storm. Love indeed.

I still think regularly about my springer "Sara"--she died on Halloween a few years ago. If there was no her, I would not have met my wife, may not be a father, or have become who I am today.