Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Barking - by Anonymous

My beloved dog Max died a few weeks ago. I had him since I was a teenager, now I am an adult living in my own house... My dog also lived there, but he got cancer and before I knew it, he had passed away. I got him cremated and a very nice object to put him in. I set him up on the living room fire place and went to bed. When I woke up around two o'clock, I heard a barking sound, and it was coming from down stairs... I grabbed my umbrella and tip toed down the stairs. The further I went the more I could hear the bark... (and it sounded like Max...) For a moment I thought he was still alive and maybe locked outside. When I got there the barking stopped and all was silent. This kept going on over and over again. Every night I would hear the cold cries of my lost dog, so I decided he needed peace.

I brought his ashes to a river where we had so much fun walking. I looked around to make sure no one saw me gently pour the ashes into the rapid waters. A tear drop trickled down my face.

The next day I went back to the water, and I heard the lost bark again, but this time, it was not a lost sad bark.... it was his happy bark.

To this day I go back three times a week at night, and listen to my dogs bark echo all around...

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dogs are very special creatures, he obviously loved you a lot. I am glad he is at peace.