Separate Lifetimes - the fragile circle


New member
Feb 21, 2013
We have lost 8 dogs over the last 35 years and we remember every one of them, their quirks of behaviour, their preferences and their contribution to our lives, with great clarity. Sometimes, not very often, just occasionally, on an anniversary or at a certain place, I sense a movement at the periphary of my vision. It feels like the swift shape or movement of one of our lost dogs and I just say "Hello Hettie", using the name of whichever dog has come to mind.

This is a very personal thing of course - I get the same sensations when deceased family members come to mind . . . . (I talk to them too!)

I not very sentimental - our dogs are not in marked graves nor do I have photos on display - again, this is a personal choice.

However, there is one poem that somebody gave to me when my first dog came to the end of his life, I was convinced that I'd never have another !
SEPARATE LIFETIMES from "The Once Again Prince " by Irving Townsend

We who choose to surround ourselves

with lives even more temporary than our

own, live within a fragile circle;

easily and often breached.

Unable to accept its awful gaps,

we would still live no other way.

We cherish memory as the only

certain immortality, never fully

understanding the neccesary plan....