I get it. If you don’t want to have a cry to start your week, just skip this email.
But if you have a dog, or lost one, or are scared to lose one – you know how important those four-legged friends are.
I found this clip of Jimmy Stewart reading a poem (he wrote) to Johnny Carson about his dog. The poem didn’t win a Pulitzer, but it captures all of the feels and rhymes.
Plus, Jimmy Stewart reads it, so you get that factor too.
Here’s a snippet that particularly grabs me, a link to the full poem, and then please, have some tissues handy and then press play on the video below.
And there were nights when I’d feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I’d pat his head.
And there were nights when I’d feel this stare
And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I’d feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he’d be glad to have me near.
