Ode to Clover

Least likely to survive a litter of fourteen.  Feed with an eye dropper.  Piglet was her name.

Her brothers and sisters found homes.  Piglet – Princess – Rebel were left to be adopted.

Princess and Piglet had their names changed to Crimson and Clover.  Rebel found a home.

Almost fourteen years later Clover has come to the end of her life.

Over the years she has taught me to remember the things that are important, to forget everything else.

Clover never let hardship – disabilities – lack of abilities stop her from being happy.

Clover – sunshine – joy – were all one in the same.

Big brown eyes  – knowing smile – tail that was filled with wags.  Never met anyone she didn’t like.  Never met anyone that did not like Clover, even folks who didn’t like dogs, liked Clover.

Clover had four paws – soul of an angel – filled a house with Love.  Never a dull day with Ms. Clover.  Clover was filled with sparkles and wonder.  Clover treasured the things we take for granted.  She found – beauty – contentment, in a voice of praise – scratch behind the ears – belly rub – road kill – bugs – tin cans – holiday ornaments – her reflection – puddles – snowflakes – critters of all sizes.

Clover was – is my dog, in life – death – memories.

Hard to believe that the little three month old puppy that came home in a cardboard box, will be buried in a box about fourteen years later.  Where did the time go? 

If there is a “God” in heaven Clover will be waiting for me at the pearly gates.

Clover the good dog.  Clover my dog.  Goodbye to the life as I know it with my dog Clover.  Clover is Love.  Love is getting ready to go……

When Clover is buried, a part of me will go with her……

Clover came into my life as puppy dog  – departed as a best friend…..

Tears of joy – sorrow wash my face, when I think of Clover.  Hear a dog bark – see a tail wag, think of Clover, I will……

Clover sleeps in the slumber of the ages – her name has been written in the book of life…

To the rest of the world Clover was just an old dog.  To me, she was a friend – teacher – confidant.

To the readers of “Ode to Clover” know that Clover would have been your friend…..