Clover 1998-08/04/2011

Yesterday we helped our beloved Clover out of this life and into the next.

 It was wrenchingly sad and achingly beautiful. As if Mother Nature were bestowing mercy and welcoming our sweet dog friend into Spirit, there was a break in the terrible heat of these days and a gentle breeze.

 So we were able to take her outside,in the shade of the tree she danced around hundreds of times, to allow her to die mercifully seeing blue, blue sky and our loving eyes,  with the wind in the leaves and the sounds of squirrels and birds. As the initial sedative took effect, and we told her good-bye and how much we loved her, she burrowed her head into the crook of my arm, stared right into my eyes. and I saw....love, gratitude, consolation.

Now she’s everywhere in the house and nowhere in the house and we miss her as we miss any beloved.

My task right now: to remember that Clover’s whole being vibrated with the frequency of Joy. What will most honor her spirit and our deep, deep soul connection, is for me to tune myself to that vibration.
I’m trying. I’m trying.

We spent our last hours together in the peace of my spiritual room. Paul came in regularly to talk to her, give her a treat. She dozed peacefully and I prayed, meditated, knitted and drew some Tarot cards.  I said good-bye to her and blessed her in many ways.

Someone called her my “spirit mutt” when she first arrived.

And so she was and is.  Paul, too, is deeply bonded to her, she was his midnight walking companion, Cheerio chaser. And for both us, Clover was always there, comforting as we went through years of losing loved ones.


May the Goddess guard her.
May she find her way to the Summerland.
May we carry for the rest of our lives the joyful spirit she so freely shared.
May we know deep peace in the Great Mystery.





Merry meet, Clover, and merry part and merry meet again.