Goodbye Good Girl

Wicca

Solstice Keltic Beltane Fire

5/24/2002 -4/22/2015

Wicca – Best Puppy in Sweeps GSPCA Nationals 2003 (entry 99)

My BONE!

Naughty Wicca!

Her version of a book review

WIndy, Stoney and Wicca at the Grand Canyon

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

 From men and women to fill our day;

 And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

 Why do we always arrange for more?

 Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware

 Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy

 Love unflinching that cannot lie–

 Perfect passsion and worship fed

 By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

 Nevertheless it is hardly fair

 To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits

 Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

 And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs

 To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

 Then you will find–it’s your own affair–

 But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,

 With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)

 When the spirit that answered your every mood

 Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,

 You will discover how much you care,

 And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,

 When it comes to burying Christian clay.

 Our loves are not given, but only lent,

 At compound interest of cent per cent.

 Though it is not always the case, I believe,

 That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:

 For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

 A short-term loan is as bad as a long–

 So why in–Heaven (before we are there)

 Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

 Rudyard Kipling