Big Hammie and Little Hammie...
Bullmarket SumoLeBull Pelshire, CD
11/22/94 to 3/10/08
What kind of memorial can I write for this tough and loyal little friend of mine?
Only that I wish he were still here. That missing him is like looking into the inside of
a crystal Easter egg and wishing I could climb inside to that bright and magic space.
That I am on the wrong side of the Looking Glass, and he is on the right side.
That I know exactly how it feels to be left behind...
Here is my favorite dog poem, I loved it when I was five years old, and I love it now.
For you, Hammie, my crazy little redheaded dog.
Puppy and I
I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
“Where are you going to, Man?” I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
“Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met a Horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
“Where are you going to, Horse, today?”
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
“Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
“Where are you going to, Woman, so early?”
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
“Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
“Where are you going in your brown fur coats?”
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
“Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?” “No, not I.”
I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
“Where are you going this nice fine day?”
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
“Up to the hills to roll and play.”
“I’ll come with you, Puppy,” said I.
A. A. Milne, "When We Were Very Young", 1924
Click on picture for Carol Gravestock's tribute...