As soon as we laid eyes on you
Our hearts rushed in, unprotected,
Held captive by you
With your bright, smiling eyes.
Even with your hair grown long
Like a Highland cow
Those brown, trusting eyes,
“They’re under there somewhere,”
Reflected love.
Unconditional love,
We fed you, watched you grow,
Cheered your every milestone,
Forgave your every transgression,
(Even that time you unraveled
the berber carpet in the bedroom.)
We loved you with wild abandon,
Ignoring the certainty
that some day we’d lose you.
And now you have gone.
And our unprotected hearts
have shattered, quite completely.
Broken wide open with the sudden loss of you.
“Thank you” is all we can say.
Thank you for being our very sweet pup.
Stealer of hearts.
Such a good dog.
Hearts will heal, eventually.
But they will be forever reconfigured
By loving you.
Jack the Scottie 
A pet’s unconditional love is as close to God as we can get. “Dog” spelled backwards is “God.”
I love this! ❤
Beth, I am so sorry for your loss. I know how much you and Jenni LOVED this Jack. He was so lucky to have you as his people, and of corse I know how lucky you feel to have had him. Sending you big hugs for your newly empty arms,
Love Kelly
Thank you, Kelly.
Your love for Jack has inspired a beautiful poem. My heart aches for you and Jenny,
Thank you, Kathy.
Beautiful. Again, so sorry for your loss, and thank you so much for sharing Jack with us all these years.
Thank you, Robin. I love that Jack has been our common friend.
Beautiful poem. My heart cries with you. ♥
Thank you, Sue Ellen.
Touching. Tender. Raw emotions barely tucked in at the edges.
What a proud, independent fellow Jack was. Full of love and life.
I was looking forward to the day when he and I could walk and talk in person.
You are right, my friend. Raw emotions barely tucked in at the edges. Arya was quite subdued last night. We don’t know if it’s grief or the new harness we put on her. Somehow, she lost her collar the day Jackie died. The harness might feel a bit like her thunder shirt. ❤️
The thunder shirt! I had forgotten that ordeal when Arya was young(er). She may well be noticing that her friend hasn’t come back from his walk…and wondering…being puzzled in her own way. So many sadnesses, adjustments.
Can Flat Jack keep traveling?
So sad to hear about Jack. The poem is beautiful and heartbreaking. Wishing you comfort and healing.
Liza
Thank you, my friend. Love you.
Beth,
I came on the site to sign up for text/email messages about The Uncluttered Heart devotions. Our Brown Baggers Bible lunchtime study group is reading your book.
Instead I had my heart break for your loss. I can’t. I just can’t. (My dog Magnus’ blog link is below.)
Hugs and prayers.
Your poem is lovely.
Your sister in Christ,
Hello. I would love to see the blog. Thank you for your love. Pups are just the greatest friends. You can email me through get contact form on my page. I’d love the link. Blessing and thank you.
I would love to read Magnus’s blog, too!