Yolanda (“Jo”) on the Summit of Catalina Island

Jo came to my door one cold December night and decided to never leave. She loved to hike the hills of Catalina Island. She was feisty and funny.  An angel in disguise that, once again, broke open my heart.  – bp

 

The following poem by Robinson Jeffers captures so much of my sentiment toward Jo, or her’s toward me. Am I anthropomorphizing? Who cares?

 

The House Dog’s Grave 

 

I’ve changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.

 

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you’d soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

 

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.

 

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read–and I fear often grieving for me–
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

 

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying

 

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that’s too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.

 

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

 

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.


Robinson Jeffers, 1941

 

 

One thought on “Yolanda (“Jo”) on the Summit of Catalina Island

  1. Jo was an amazing dog and an amazing friend. She was loved, and will be missed, by everyone who knew her. Thank you for posting her on your blog. She’s immortalized in our hearts, and now in cyber space as well.

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