Saturday, November 20, 2010

Lagniappe. 2001-2010.

Lagniappes Lair

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth --
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power --
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on -- it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one -- and here he lies.

- Lord Byron


aaron said...


Island Bob said...

I came across this on one of the forums I frequent. It makes me feel good when I remember my special friend.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When
an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to
RainbowBridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run
and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our
friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and
old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made
whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times
gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they
each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They
all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks
into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly
he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying
him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be
parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the
beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long
gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross

Tango Juliet said...

That is simply wonderful.

Old NFO said...

Well done Brigid.

Chip said...


Ed Foster said...

Well done indeed. I hope he looks for a golden Retriever named Kelly I lost recently. She was a wuss, even for a Golden.

If burglars had broken in, she would have either hidden shivering in the bathtub the way she did during thunderstorms, or gone over and snuggled them to death.

Her calling in life was as America's biggest lapdog, although she was deadly with frisbee and fetch stick.

Only nine years. Her mother Brandy lasted 14. If indeed there is something there, let's hope they're passing the stick back and forth and galloping across a sunny pasture with lots of cow patties to sniff.

Borepatch said...

I just left this quote in a comment over at his blog, a few hours ago. Great minds think alike ... ;-)

The Donald said...

Eloquently stated, Brigid.

I too was saddened to hear of Lagniappe's passing.

He's probably enjoying popcorn and ice cream (with his nose stuck in the container).

Keads said...

You picked the best picture of this noble creature in my opinion. I mourn the loss even though I never met him in real life.

john bord said...

The loss of a canine companion so often goes lacking for words. A companion without reservation or judgement.
Your words are so fitting for the friend that becomes a family member.

HermitJim said...

It always hurts to lose a friend. It makes us realize, sometimes much too late, just how much positive influence they had on our lives.

I'm saddened by the loss of this beautiful creature!

Anonymous said...

Looks like a Belgian Sheepdog.

My Belgian Caleb died almost two years ago at twelve years of age, on the day I was laid off from my job. One of those days where you wonder if it comes in threes. Only two that day, but it was enough.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear of someone's loss. Losing a beloved pet is hard on pretty much everyone, but it takes an animal lover to understand just how hard it can be. Please send condolences to your friend for his or her loss.

Regarding the Rainbow bridge, I always wondered who scooped all of the poops at the end of each day. :-)

Anonymous said...

And what a wonderful name and
description of a beloved companion.

Me said...

On behalf on Lagniappe and me, thank you.

Carol Carr said...

You chose the best poem ever written about the loss of man's best friend to commemorate this sweet boy.

Anonymous said...

no doubt that God gaves man dogs until we could get to heaven.

God bless M & L both--love endures.

RonF said...

Wasn't there a country song that went "If there's no dogs in heaven, I don't want to go."? There's a section in my back yard that no one is to step on. Some old friends are buried there. I am very sorry for your loss.

Joseph said...

If dogs don't go to heaven, God and I are gonna have words.

Anonymous said...

JOSEPH: have often thought the same thing!

--same Anonymous who posted about God giving us dogs until we get there