Old Dogs Remembered (an excerpt)

by Ben Hur Lampman

(For information about an anthology containing this piece and compiled
by Bud Johns please visit: Synergistic Books - Old Dogs Remembered.
This anthology contains 49 essays and poems by 46 authors.)


We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and
who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought.
This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam,
and at its proper season the cherry tree strews petals on the green lawn of
his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the
garden, is an excellent place to bury a dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs,
he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavored bone, or lifted his
head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in
death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams
actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters
not at all where that dog sleeps and at last. On a hill where the wind is unre-
buked, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood,
or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle
graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and
nothing is lost - if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he
will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers
of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And
though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor
resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs here. People may scoff at
you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his foot, who hear no whimper
pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a
dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in
the heart of his master.


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