My Love Is Boundless

 It’s just a thing. That was what I mentally told myself, {over and over and over}, when I lost my ‘REMEMBER’ necklace. It’s just a thing. So I lied to myself. After all, I just lost a necklace, not Rose. Honestly? I do not get nearly as attached to material things as I used to before Rose was euthanized. So why did losing my ‘REMEMBER’ necklace make me feel like crying? If it’s just a thing. So why did I find myself searching Online, {Amazon, particularly}, for a replacement of my ‘REMEMBER’ necklace, {which was unsuccessful}? If it’s just a thing. So why did I retrace my steps, {over and over and over}, looking for my lost ‘REMEMBER’ necklace until I successfully found the piece of jewelry? Because it is NOT just a thing, that’s why. I have had my ‘REMEMBER’ necklace since Shadow was euthanized on June 15^th, 2010. Yes, yes…. I have had my ‘REMEMBER’ necklace for over ten years. I’ve worn it to bed, in the shower, {only once, because I forgot to take the necklace off}, I have worn it while sweating when I’m dancing. See? It is NOT just a thing. By the way? That ‘REMEMBER’ necklace was also a gift from my Aunt and my cousin after Shadow died. It is NOT just a thing. Peace and Love, Mary Lou

--Part Five--

On my necklace, ‘REMEMBER’ is engraved;

Through grief’s journeys, it’s helped me to be brave;

My Rose, I will remember June fifteenth;

It’s a special date, you know what I mean?

I will remember the ‘dog mom’ necklace;

I wore because my love is boundless;

I will remember that The Rainbow Bridge;

Won’t make you not mine…. What a privilege….

I will remember how death won’t stop me;

From being your Mom eternally!!

Gotcha Day

This poem is about September 21^st, 2010, {the day when I adopted Rose}. I composed it before she died, which is one of the few poems that I wrote when Baby Girl was still alive. Peace and Love, Mary Lou

Edited by Kara Kent!!

Some things in Life can predict the future;

And they will determine the whole picture;

When your adoption papers were signed;

And Rose, you eternally became mine;

Some things in Life predicted the future;

And they did determine the whole picture;

Because ‘Beagles’ can be escape artists;

Your cage was opened, you ran for it;

Some things in Life predicted the future;

And they did determine the whole picture;

I brought home a ‘doggie bag’, if you will;

Balls caused fear, and the rope chew did not thrill;

I got a ‘doggie bag’, {pun intended};

But, you loved the treats, they were meat-scented!!

Some things in Life can predict the future;

And they will determine the whole picture.

This poem expresses my complex emotions, feelings, and thoughts leading up to Rose’s tenth Gotcha Day last week on 9-21, {her first at The Rainbow Bridge}. Apparently, loss can really mess with this grieving Mutt Mom’s broken heart, bleeding soul. Peace and Love, Mary Lou

 Edited by Kara Kent!! 

Rose, it is your tenth Gotcha Day;

When I adopted you as a stray;

Babe…. You’re supposed to be here;

And celebrate with me ten years;

I possessed a plan that I conceived;

It did not include being bereaved;

I was going to bake you cookies;

Like always, because I’m no rookie;

Babe…. You’re supposed to be on Earth;

I thought we would have twelve year’s worth;

This, this is my broken heart crying;

And, through grief, my bleeding soul sighing;

Babe…. I wish that you were here;

But God planned each second, each year;

The Lord had your every breath;

Preordained from birth, to Life, to death;

Rose, it is your first Gotcha Day;

At The Rainbow Bridge, worlds away….

This poem expresses me trying very hard to be emotionally resilient. Peace and love, Mary Lou

Edited by Kara Kent!!

Rose Elizabeth, do you remember….

Girl, the 21^st of September?

You made me a Hound Dog Mom on this date;

My first, {and my last}, hound, my dog soul-mate;

Yes, yes…. You were my one and only;

For nine years, I was not lonely;

You were a mutt, but still all ‘Beagle’;

Your hound dog appearance looked regal;

Rose Elizabeth, do you remember….

Girl, the 21^st of September?

Your adoption papers were signed;

And you, you eternally became mine;

‘Beagles’ are known as escape artists;

Your cage opened, you ran for it;

Yes, yes, I wholeheartedly remember….

Baby, the 21^st of September!!