For Payton

We are sorrier then words can say for the loss of Payton. 

 

 Her mom and dad where the best of pet parents and loved her dearly. 

The House Dog's Grave

I've changed my ways a little; 
I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, 
Except in a kind of dream; 
and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there. 
 
 So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door 
Where I used to scratch to go out or in, 
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor 
The marks of my drinking-pan. 
 
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do 
On the warm stone,
 Nor at the foot of your bed;
 no, all the night through I lie alone. 
 
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet 
Outside your window where firelight so often plays, 
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
 Every night your lamplight lies on my place. 
 
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard 
To think of you ever dying 
A little dog would get tired, living so long. 
I hope than when you are lying
 Under the ground like me your lives will appear 
As good and joyful as mine. 
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for 
As I have been. 
 And never have known the passionate undivided 
Fidelities that I knew.
  Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . . 
But to me you were true. 
 
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. 
I loved you well, and was loved. 
Deep love endures 
To the end and far past the end. 
If this is my end, 
I am not lonely. 
I am not afraid. 
I am still yours. Robinson Jeffers, 1941