V.
Nell’s small grave, opening
at the garden’s edge to receive her
out of this world’s sight forever,
reopens many graves. Digging,
the old man grieves for his old dog
with all the grief he knows,
which seems again to be approaching
enough, though he knows there is more.
~ Wendell Berry in Leavings
A Living Pencil 
Oh dear… does this mean you lost a beloved pet? If so, I’m sorry.
Yes, me too.
Lovely poem. I am sorry for your loss too. Sigh.
@debd – @Janet – @secros60 – Oh dear. No, we have not lost a pet recently. The picture would leave one to believe that. I’m sorry. We did lose our beloved Katie dog (in the picture) ten years ago. I was trying, unsuccessfully, to find a different picture, but I settled on this one. I posted this because I thought Wendell Berry captured, in poetic form, the emotion of burying a beloved pet.
Ah. Wendell Berry. National treasure.