Even though you’re gone
I still love you.
I miss you everyday of my life.
When you died
I felt something break in my body.
That thing was my heart.
Even though you couldn’t talk
I knew what you were thinking.
You were thinking
“Why me?” “How did my life
end up like this?”
I wish I could’ve reversed
the pain and suffering
you went through and
turned it all good.
I wish that I could stop
your crying.
My heart broke and
it will never mend.
Everyone thinks I am so nice
and I have no problems.
My whole life fell apart
since you’ve been gone.
Sometimes I still cry at night.
Nobody knows that and nobody asks.
Sometimes I can feel you
in the room.
Your presence makes me
feel better but I know it won’t
last for long until your soul
rests in peace.”
That poem is one I found online somewhere. This poem has been a comfort piece for me. I am Lindsay Eckert. I lost my dog Shelly (Shelly girl) on August 9 2001. She was 11 years old. She died a painful death…. she was having siezures and had cancer. My dog was my best friend in the entire world. It has been 6 months and I still cry at night everynight.
I think the fact that my mom took her away one day and 3 weeks later I got a little white box back with people expecting me to believe that my dog was in there.. that is complete b.s. How can my dog be in there.. When she left my house alive? Even though I know she was cremated against my wishes….. it still seems like she went on vacation.
The fact that I never saw her face again… dead even…. to prove that she was dead… cannot be comprehended to me. I don’t know how to say goodbye to her….. because her ashes are in my bedroom…. and that is totally against what I believe….. but I can’t bear to give them up.
I don’t even know if it’s really her in there. But all I know is. I need to say goodbye……. so I can live again. I am slowly dying inside and that is not good at all. Here is another poem for
you to read and get to know.
*~*Our eyes met
and everyone else disappeared.
It was just the two of us
that moment was all that mattered.
A friendly embrace
but you held me how you used to
One hand gently caressing my neck
the other intertwined with mine.
Softly spoken words
meant for no one else’s ears.
Your powerful arms
keep me against you.
I never wanted
this good bye to end.
It just felt perfect
like this was meant to be
Then I realize
it can never happen.
What we both seem to want
is impossible to attain.
No one will let us succeed
and no one will explain why
As we slowly–unwillingly separate–
Your eyes strive to once
again catch mine.
You smile softly–giving my hand a final squeeze
and we part again.*~*
Even though this poem is about a person…. it completely describes what I feel about her. I love my dog…. and all of her that is left. If my house caught on fire the only things I would grab are my pictures her toys and everything.. and her ashes.
I still cry.
It’s been 6 months.
I’m so sorry Shelly Belly.
Lindsay
| Shelly Girl |
| 9, Aug 2001 |
| Lindsay |