Remembering Bodhi

 

 

HPIM0708.JPGd. June 25, 2014

He jumps on the bed

From halfway,

From the fleece step

As usual,

In two graceful arcs.

And,  as usual

It goes  unsaid, 

When he furiously

Round’s  and round—

Making the rumpled

Blankets, the best

For his nest

Burrowing, arranging,

Just so—

And so,

Every day

His way to rest

Is the peace place

For us.

 Too.

Who could deny

That he

Is finally safe

There,

On top of the bed,

Buried deep in soft,

Asleep in his world?

Sometimes,

Some delight

May strike his fancy

And the ‘rolly’ wild

Will take over,

With legs kicking in the air,

His happiness free,

His twirled form fly,

Before the settle down,

His care complete.

Then the sound—-

He snores ,

Before the great quiet,

When his legs are still running,

But still in the sleep.

He is deep in the gone.

He is the Boster,

The Botron,

Beau,

Mr. Dog,

Mr. Bo,

Botronimus.

He is Bodhi,

Dog of our heart.

( Video by Trace Browne )

Driving down Main Street

In a battered car

Traffic slowed

And stopped,

Before the flood of tourist feet.

Right there at the cart

Of the hotdog man

And his daughter,

Selling gourmet sausages

And bottled water.

She caught a glimpse of Bodhi dog,

From the window

His head hung out

Catching the breeze and warming sun.

And ran up to say,

“Just like my little Cocker,

In every way.”

In a moment’s second

It was clear

She was special

In some fey way,

Offering a supplicant’s knuckle

For him to sniff

With a friendly chuckle

As if to say, “It OK.”

He wagged and bent

His sweet head down

To catch a pat, a scratch, a treat

That lent the gesture

It’s gracious round.

Then he looked up,

Catching her eye,

And in there saw

The empty cup—-

Bodhi fell back in

Howling terror,

At his error

Before an angel’s mirror.

It can happen any day,

In some unexpected way,

That spirits of affinity,

Touch us with infinity.

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5 Responses to Remembering Bodhi

  1. rainnnn says:

    Beautiful thoughts. Some animals will forever have a place in our hearts. Not that we don’t love them all but some are just special in a way that defies explanations. It’s funny how cats have no idea how to make a bed. It’s either perfect when ours get there or they leave.

  2. Tara says:

    over the years, I have always been delighted by your posts about Bodhi dog. What a wonderful love. When making his nest, did he pull at the covers with his mouth? Lucy does that and it cracks me up every time.

    • Karmanot says:

      Andie does that with her mouth. She has a fleece donut that she used to like to go round and round in before settling down, but now she she likes to get closer to my head when she sleeps so bunches up the donut until it is even.

  3. robin andrea says:

    Ah, so sweet to see Bodhi again. I love all the names we call our much-loved furry friends. They have such a place in our hearts always.

  4. Emmers says:

    I remember some of Bohdi’s rituals – didn’t know he snored!😂
    XoXoEmmers❤🍀

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