I got up this morning feeling like death taking as shit, wondering how many more days our old Seamus has with us and I read this. You have my deepest sympathy Spaw.

                         YELLOW DOG

You keep your lofty, abstract god.
Myself, I choose a child of Pan
An ordinary dog who does for love what mortals can.
Who stretches out her mortal frame
Determined, although she is lame
For one more walk beside her man.

Whose ashes grace the forest way
We roamed together yesterday
And, to the wilder god I say,
"Give her soul some woods to run
A stick to fetch, a patch of sun.
And, near her, Pan, preserve a place
For me, come from a lesser race."

This was written by my friend, Bill Levenworth and it tears me up every time I see it.