I find it strange
how I was willing to let go.
I don’t know how
I trusted
that nothing would change,
That it would bring us close.
I don’t know how
I could watch the life slide
From his body,
His sweet eyes.
I find it strange
The calm in that moment.
I said, “See you on the other side”.
I was brave,
I said I didn’t mind
if I couldn’t see
or touch anymore.
And he was brave.
Or he trusted.
Or he knew.
I don’t know now
If it is really enough
when I don’t see him.
But when I think of him sometimes
or hear a song I used to play to him,
and I find myself outside,
somebody sends me a Rainbow.
🌈 This was about saying goodbye to my dog and getting used to him being a ghost dog. He was a golden retriever named Rambo. His tough name didn't remotely reflect his personality, but that's what he was called before we got him, and it stuck because we couldn't work out what the perfect name for him was. He got called Mango and Raspberry a lot. I realise now that he was a Rainbow.