A poem for my dog

My dog just died.
I covered him in the garden
beside a rusted old machine.
Sometime I'll go along with him in that spot,
be that as it may, now he's run with his shaggy coat,
his terrible behavior and his cool nose,
also, I, the realist, who never accepted
in any guaranteed paradise in the sky
for any individual,
I have faith in a paradise I'll never enter.
Indeed, I have confidence in a paradise for all dogdom
where my pooch sits tight for my landing
waving his fan-like tail in kinship.
Ai, I'll not talk about bitterness here on earth,
of having lost a friend
who was never servile.

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His companionship for me, similar to that of a porcupine
withholding its power,
was the companionship of a star, unapproachable,
without any closeness than was called for,
without any misrepresentations:
he never climbed everywhere on my garments
filling me loaded with his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like different mutts fixated on sex.
No, my canine used to look at me,
giving careful consideration I require,
the consideration required
to make a vain individual like me get it
that, being a pooch, he was sitting around idly,
be that as it may, with those eyes such a great amount of purer than mine,
he'd continue looking at me
with a look that saved for only me
all his sweet and shaggy life,
continuously close me, never upsetting me,
furthermore, asking nothing.
Ai, how frequently have I begrudged his tail
as we strolled together on the shores of the ocean
in the desolate winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering winged creatures filled the sky
what's more, my bushy pooch was bouncing about
brimming with the voltage of the ocean's development:
my meandering canine, sniffing without end
with his brilliant tail held high,
eye to eye with the sea's splash.
Cheerful, happy, blissful,
as just puppies know how to be cheerful
with just the self-governance
of their bold soul.
There are no farewells for my pooch who has passed on,
also, we don't currently and never lay to each other.
So presently he's gone and I covered him,
what's more, it's as simple as that.

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