I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who in person, on social media, and everywhere who said such nice words to help me get through the passing of my dog, Zirin (pronounced Zeer-in).
This retired athlete (an adopted racing greyhound), was known as "Hey Zirin" if you were betting on him at the track. He won his share of races. A kind and gentle soul, he and I had a special bond. I maintain to this day, he never did anything wrong. And if he did, he was talked into it by his step brother Dutch.
He never barked. Never grumbled. Asked for permission to do anything with his eyes. And Zirin was the kind of dog who asked for nothing, but made everyone in the house want to make him happy. My favorite moments include just coming home from work in the afternoon and both of us taking a nap together on the bed. No dog ever knew he was loved more.
Dream That A Man...
by Ross R. Whitney
Fold forefeet beneath your chest, incline your head, and dream that a man cherished you.
Chose you above all other siblings, held you to his face and whispered.
Prepared your first solitary bed, but lifted you from it before dark.
Dream that he opened doors, and like a god, observed your coming and going.
Fed you from his palm, smiled that you neither toiled nor spun.
Praised your breathing, hunting, procreating, and sleeping.
Gave you his sur name.
And when life hurt more than death, let you die in his lap.
Dream that a man's children made your last solitary bed under a tree.
That he showed them life blooming above.
And when asked if you would wake, said he did not know.