The First Break

Wyatt Burp



Today started with my donating to Bestfriends.org to help with the continued rescue of animals in the Hurricane affected areas of the gulf coast. Now we have sent off money to the Red Cross, Noah's Wish (noahswish.org) and Bestfriends. If I didn't live so far away I would be sheltering animals in my home. They give so much and ask so little. To see them suffer due to the horrific lack of response and regard for the people in that region and their right to take their pets with them is more than I can bare.

So I dedicate this first entry to the memory of my precious Wyatt Burp, my golden retriever who died due to malpractice and suffering from the very Pet hospital that was supposed to be helping him. My Internal Blue reflects the nature of my personality that is highly sensitive and empathetic and thus easily affected by the sadness of life. Losing Wyatt was at a stage in my life when suicide was becoming a plan more than a fantasy and the dark mud pit of depression that was my life was rapidly deteriorating.

I share a poem I wrote about his loss and pray for all of those who will have lost their loved pets in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. The photo above is Wyatt when he was about 1 yr old.

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My Empty Yard

I stare into the yard and you’re not there
No one to stand guard or bark “beware”.

The shadows on the leftside fence roam free
You don’t jump at them from behind the tree.

The mailman comes and asks me where you are
I whisper quietly that you’ve gone afar.

I go into the house to sit and cry
I want you back…at least to say good bye

I see your rock beside my big blue chair
I pause to pick it up…but leave it there.

I put your bowl, your leash, your toys away
Oh God please help me make it through the day.

I say a prayer for you and close my eyes
Reality sets in as I realize.

You may not be here for me to touch
But I still love you very, very much.

And in my heart I know you’ll always stay
And in my mind I’ll see you always play.

~ July 21, 1997 ~