Morgan by Shea Evans / Mama

A tribute to Captian Morgan……

“I am your dog, and
I have a little something
I’d like to whisper in your
ear. I know that you humans
lead busy lives.
Some have to work, some
have children to raise.
It always seems like you are running here
and there, often much too fast,
often never noticing
the truly grand things
in life. Look down at me now,
while you sit there at your computer.
See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now.
That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit? A soul inside,
who loves you as no other could in the
world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing
for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down,
if even! for a few minutes to be with me.
So many times you have been
saddened by the words you read
on that screen, of others of my kind,
passing. Sometimes we die young
and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly
it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly
before your eyes
that you may not even seem
to know until the very end,
when we look at you
with grizzled muzzles and cataract
clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there,
even when we must take that long sleep,
to run free in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow;
I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water
from your eyes,
that humans have when deep grief
fills their souls,
and you will be angry at yourself
that you did not
have just “One more day” with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow
touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next
to me on the floor,
and look deep into my eyes.
What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough
we will talk, you and I, heart
to heart. Come to me not
as “alpha” or as “trainer” or
even “Mom or Dad,”
come to me as a living soul
and stroke my fur and
let us look deep
into one another’s eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I
may tell you something profound
about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life
because you wanted a soul to share
such things with.
Someone very different from you,
and here I am. I am a
dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion,
I feel physical senses, and I can
revel in the differences
of our spirits and souls.
I do not think of you
as a “Dog on two feet” —
I know what you are.
You are human, in all
your quirkiness,
and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor.
Enter my world, and let time slow
down if only for 15 minutes.
Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my
ears. Speak with your heart,
with your joy and I will know your true
self. We may not have tomorrow,
and life is oh so very short.”


I love you my little buddy,
12, Nov 2007
Shea Evans