A gift to Jessi from a friend
Fast becoming a receptacle for love
A small spirited dog, overflowing with life
An angel, in name and spirit
Everyday, a companion, trusting friend
At times, a playful heat-seeking missile
Always a bearer of happiness and joy
One of God’s precious creatures
Given in a moment without hestitation
Returned just as quickly
into God’s ever open arms
Empty spots in all she touched
More given than ever taken
For Jessi, a friend for life
An angel in name and spirit
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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10 thoughts on “Angel”
Diane: Thnks so much for sharing. I know Angel was very special to all of you and will be greatly missed. Maybe another dog??? Chip would kill me for suggesting that. Take care. Don
Thank you for writing such a beautiful tribute to our “Angel”.
I know that you know all too well how animals, to us are members of our family.
They give unconditionally, without question and love us with all that their little heart’s can muster.
Angel, was so special.
She was our little ball of endless energy.
She brought so much happiness and joy to the family.
We are so lost without her, however we know that somehow we must learn the lesson for her short life on this Earth.
What I have learned from Angel, and other’s that have left my life, all too soon, is that each and every moment is a precious gift and should never be taken advantage.
I thank you for touching our lives, as you always do.
Jess: How nice to hear from you. I am so glad you like the poem. I know it’s hard–Mary and I have lost pets in life and it hurts deeply. By the way, Pablo Neruda is a favorite of mine. Feel free to stop back here at any time. Love, Don, PS: Mary sends her love too.
thank you. i love the sound of this poem. it really channels the blessing that angel was.
your poem, along with several others have really been what’s keeping me totally sane through all this.
I miss angel everyday, but it’s the power of language as means of human expression that i find a lot of strength.
here’s part of one of the other poems that have been so special to me at this time.
to me it expresses what prose cannot: the space between rationale thought and pure emotion.
My dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he’d keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.
-from A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda
Dan: Thanks. I know your love for animals. How is Honey by the way?
Polona: Thanks. Just some thoughts that can hopefully help remember.
a beautiful tribute
Floots: Thanks. This little dog was hit by a car and killed instantly. It’s sad.
amen to all that you have said about our canine friends