Please Help Me Help Him

Bobby has been on the edge too many times

and I have learned

through prayer and tears

how to lift us through those years. 

In the intense times, I cried.

I stayed up most of the night.

I sang my soul to call healing

to clear a way into daylight. 

No more drugs, I say. No Way.

They rip his body apart.

They worry him.

His big brown eyes look at me.

So two weeks ago,

when we were particularly low,

and I thought his bones and soft hair

would be all that's left in his bed,

I said,

"Help Us. Please help me help him." 

And he began to re-hydrate,

and play again in three days,

and what I know

is how the light shone through,

and how we sat
with healing essence in my palm,

and his weary head resting on my arm.

And now, for however long, he is back again.

Thank you to all our Divine helpers

 

This is a re-post from Come Blossom Come Fruit

Originally, written June 22, 2020

 

I adopted my friend Bob, from an animal shelter,

over 6 years ago, when he was 3 years old.

He had then just been abandoned by his owner.

Sadly, Bobby died 4 months ago, on July 5, 2024.

I grieve deeply.

See my posts in last 11 months.

 

"Immortality" by Clare Harner 1934

Do not stand


          By my grave, and weep.
     

I am not there,
          

I do not sleep—


I am the thousand winds that blow


I am the diamond glints in snow


I am the sunlight on ripened grain,


I am the gentle, autumn rain.


As you awake with morning’s hush,


I am the swift, up-flinging rush


Of quiet birds in circling flight,


I am the day transcending night.


     Do not stand


          By my grave, and cry—


     I am not there,


          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Above is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934

(page 16), under the title "Immortality" 

and followed by the author's name and location:

"CLARE HARNER, Topeka, Kan."[1]: 424 

The indentation and line breaks are as given there. 

 

Photo taken: Bee Porteous, 1.09pm, August 19, 2024.

Delicate, open bell-shaped pink flowers Azelea/Rhododendron

'Abundance of Beauty' -

'A beauty that blossoms abundantly and without reserve'. 

"Flowers and Their Messages" - The Mother

 

Blessings For Bobby

 

One day before yesterday

you gently passed away.

Your soul left in a second, 

so your glorious running, playing,

eating and now sleeping body is resting.

 

Yet, still I see you playing 'chasey'

or in your favorite tunnel nest

under the old lilac tree

with your toys and pixies

peeping through the strappy leaves

where tall blue lilies will always be.

Us always walking around together,

picking posies and sniffing flowers will be

my happiest memory.

Little Bobby Sweetheart,

everyone loved your super happy smile,

your joy, your play will always stay,

as your deeply gentle fondness

was shining brightly every day.

 

Best friends from the start,

Bobby, you will always be in my heart.

Always in my heart.

Bobby - November 2010 to July 5, 2024

(Written July 7, 2024, titled One Day Before Yesterday)