By Jim Willis
You run in different fields now. Effortless.
You jump and play with wild abandon. Painless.
Eternally young and carefree. Timeless.
There is a shroud over my heart. Darkness.
Days are longer and empty without you. Cheerless.
I still keep your pillow next to my bed. Sleepless.
The years march on. Ceaseless.
The memories never wane. Impervious.
I feel the moment of my fading, then...Brightness.
We run in different fields now. Effortless.
We jump and play with wild abandon. Painless.
Together for all eternity. Glorious.
Mr. Peabody, aka "Pea Buddy"
26 October 1996 - 16 November 2002
"Our animals shepherd us through certain eras of our lives.
When we are ready to turn the corner and make it on our own...they let us go."
"We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."
— Irving Townsend
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