Death poem for my love

[sweetheart]

Noble Scottie Dog,
Sitting here with me,
The great warrior
Amba is finally free.

Here she ties her last blessing,
On the cairn of Lord Rama,
Long may enlightenment
Be remembered on earth.

Windy lord Vayu
Tears at her hair,
Whispers the prayers,
Rama Rama, Jai Rama
Amba Amba, Jai Amba

When Amba met me,
In white Plains were we,
And jogging and running,
Dog play with squeaky,
but she told me, she was not free.

One day, I said, on rising from bed
“Amba, the Cupboards are empty, we have no bread.”
So Amba took me on a lifelong todoo
To find all the bread, and to sort out the who’s.

And off to the city so tall,
Amba had a ball playing bumpity bump
With greedy wall street trader’s balls,
Jumping up with wet paws, testing for balls,
Sqeakers, or something at all,
On finding nothing, she wondered a bit,
for just a bit, until she started to shit.

She shit up and down wall street,
On Every broker’s door,
on Citibank’s Ground floor,
on the World Trade Center door,
on every bloody sidewalk or floor downtown
she shit in her squat, like it or not,
All banks and brokers had her commentary odour
Tucked in a crag by their front door.

Then she got tired and said I’m not done,
To Los Altos she then did take her Scottie bum.
There she shit on Stanford, Berkeley, and El Camino Real,
the dry hills of Los Altos, Golden Gate and the Haight,
For all the parched earth, there was nothing to chew,
So off to Chicago to start anew.

And once in Lake Forest did she next squat down,
With her new sister in her new town,
escaped from the yard,
At the lake forest dog catcher, that I Pay a fee
to get the bonnie wee lass back home with me.

But after a time, when Chicago got hot,
her restless bum got us to trot
off to los Alamos to the high mountain air,
with masses of scientists in hidden lairs
And there Amba shit, at every lab gate, not a nuclear
Design, molded of hate,
does not cross her line, for eternity of time,
Then she looked at me, with a big Scottie roar,
The nuke lab is done, lets off to some more.

New York needs more shit, and
Then once again, she took us on down,
The stony brook shores of Long island sound,
And Battery park was pooped all around,
Central park, broadway, south street seaport,
The poop-mistress was not to be cut short.

But she told me, on a night shitting Chase
New York was done, for a change of pace,
And Scotland was next, as mecca goes,
The Scottie dog chose.

And so next indeed, Did the wee she,
come to shit Edinburgh, Glasgow and Dundee
Doorsteps of so many famous dead,
saw a commentary pee, and a turn of the head.

Shortly, she moved down to shit London,
Hammersmith, Victoria, green park,
Hyde park, tower bridge, parliament too,
The city of London was the perfect loo,
Gatwick, Stanstead, Luton and heathrow
Bombed her with noise she could not out-grow,
So she moved out past M25 to have peace,
Saint Albans, Ware and Hertford way,
And there she left marks many a day.

Mortally, lastly, she looked deeply at me
”It’s the highlands forever more now my lovely.”
The collar came off to haunt heather and burn,
Hilltop, forest and seaside in turn, time long enough,
Time ebbing away, as much as she wanted no more could she stay.

In her last breathing, the end so near.
She said, “My dear, its abundantly clear,
that I have no more to give you this year.
Give my loved ones a kiss and a lick, I’m free.
I bow to the wise for sharing with me,
a profound golden dream, in a Scottie body."


- Amba (1991-2006) On the top of Ben Hope, Sutherland

[Branjor]

1. I am so sorry for your loss....

RIP precious Amba :hug:

[BrklynLiberal]

2. She sure was one great Lady.....

The cycle of life goes on...new puppies breath their first breaths and a lovely old lady like Amba breathes her last. Life is so strange isn't it? You are forced to mix your tears of joy with tears of sadness.

RIP Amba. What a glorious life you led!!!!! What sights you did see!!! What smells you did smell!!!!

Your poem and your picture are magnificent tributes.

:cry: :grouphug:

[cry baby]

3. What an incredible looking beauty.

RIP Amba. :cry:

[auburngrad82]

4. Now people are going to wonder why I'm all teary eyed at work

Sorry for your loss. She looked like a sweety.

[livetohike]

5. Sorry for your loss

:hug: What a beautiful girl Amba was. This is a wonderful tribute to her life.

I hope all the good memories you have will help ease the sadness.

[superconnected]

6. I'm sorry to hear about your loss.

She was very lucky to have you while she was here.

RIP Amba.

[japple]

7. Running and barking across the sky.....

Rest in peace dear Scottie dog. Thanks for the poem. It is lovely, just like your little pet. I am sorry for your loss.

[SW FL Dem]

8. I am so sorry for your loss.

Your Amba looks a lot like my Libby (cairn not scottie but close). You obviously loved Amba very much, I hope that your good memories of her will someday replace the sadness you feel today.

[Lorien]

9. So sorry Sweetheart

you two had so many adventures together, it seems fitting that her last adventure took place in the Highlands. Rest in peace, sweet Amba. :cry:

[ET Awful]

10. RIP Amba.

:cry: She was certainly a goregous girl. :hug: My condolences.

[ernstbass]

11. What a lovely tribute

I'm sorry for your loss

[demnan]

12. Your dog was a lucky little gal

So wonderful, how pure the love is between you and your Amba.

[sweetheart]

13. Blessed little wee she

with pups by her head
amba loathes them in her bed
but she cannot kick them out
so she blesses them instead


Looking lastly at me,
is this exhausted little she,
soon to be drifting off,
whispers kisses and a cough

Oh, my bonnie sweetie she
lucid light has taken thee
dissolving in a moonlit night
ecstatic scottie souls delight

Whistling wind blessed thee
who shares this love with me
noble goddess finally free
No longer separate from thee