Waiting at the Ferry – poem

stream grass

On the banks of that lonely river
Where the Stygian waters roll,
All patiently through the weary years
Waiteth a little dog soul.

O, long are the years and weary
Since the little dog stepped ashore,
But halted, humbly there to wait
By the stream he will cross no more

To the water’s edge he hurries
When Charon’s barque draws near,
For “when HE comes,” the little dog thinks,
“He must find me watching here.”

With faith undimmed, heart unafraid,
He waits on that lonely strand
For the smile of an unforgotten face,
For the touch of his master’s hand.

While the far-away master never dreams
That where Stygian waters brim,
Unheeding the pearly gates flung wide,
His little dog waits for him.

David Lee Wharton

Author: Tony

I am a father, a husband and a dog owner. Like many of you, I love my pets and they are treated as family members. On saying that, if you ask my wife, the order is dogs, daughter and then me but hey, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I write about pet ownership with a slant towards pet loss. Whilst that may sound incredibly depressing to some, I want to focus more on why our pets are so important, the effect they have on our lives and the wonderful memories they create for us. I have been a qualified hypnotherapist since 1999 hence the many references to self-hypnosis as a method of dealing with the pain of pet loss. I know this works so I hope you will give it a try. Please contribute to the success of this website by commenting, liking and sharing. I know this is a community which will spread far and wide, bringing comfort and relief to the many thousands of readers who experience the heartache of pet loss.

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