Why Dog

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Why Dog

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why do you find me dog
why will you not let me be
you belonged to her

but she is gone

you know this is so
don’t you dog

I see it in your eyes
the sadness there
sadness I recognize

the sorrow
pressing in
as these night winds stir
darkness pressing in

but she’s gone boy
lost into the lightless realm
beyond this chill encircling us

you shiver
you feel it too
don’t you boy

but I’ve no emotion here
save grief
as is buried
in your worried whimper

I’ve no good comfort here
but come
come here boy
that’s a good dog

I know
I know
me too boy

me too

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rob kistner © 2020

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  • 32 thoughts on “Why Dog”

    1. For some reason, I could hear the Beatles singing this as lyrics, or Leonard Cohen, or Joni Mitchell; jazz piano. As a musician, you probably slipped music in between the lines.

      1. Thank you Christine. Pets bond and imprint with a loving owner, and remain deeply connected, I believe, in a nearly symbiotic way. I believe this connection is why animals will truly grieve the loss of their owner

      1. Thank you Bev. If this piece called that powerful song to mind, I am pleased. Yes, a relationship between pet and master is incredibly deep, if the master is loving.

    2. Oh, hell. I felt this! I wanted to fall to my knees and sink into my dog’s warm fur and hug her after reading this. Yes, they know, they really do.

    3. I believe dogs know and feel the deep lost of their companions. I remember seeing a video about a dog who lost his friend who was in the service. During the funeral the dog sat by the casket. Gee, it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.

      1. It is a remarkable love and loyalty. If I have been having a bad day, my little Edgrrr feels it, and walks gently over to me where I sit and places his head softly against my leg. His love is palpable.

    4. Your poem has broken my heart, Rob. It reminds me of the time I looked after my daughter’s Jack Russell, Ruby. She looked out of the window for her the whole time, and she was so overjoyed when my daughter returned. It also reminds me of Greyfriar’s Bobby, the little Skye Terrier who became famous in 19th-century Edinburgh for spending 14 years guarding the grave of his owner until he died himself. That story made a big impression on me when I was a child. What I like about this poem is the direct address to ‘dog’ and the human/canine empathy.

      1. Dogs are unique and wonderful animals Kim. They want so much to please their owner, and their love is palpable. With the shit I have been through this year, it was the constant steady love my dog Edgrrr showed me that helped me so often — more than I can express.

    5. Rob, you are a gentle soul, and I can see you having this conversation with the bewildered and grieving furbaby. Your poem draws me to the grief.

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