"Tech Support"

This is a wonderful poem, jjorge. I feel that I have read it before? Did you put it out online some months ago?

Thank you for posting.

Thanks Kara.

Yes I did, on abuzz.

I wrote it all in a burst on the morning that my dog Alex died this past July. I was sitting at the computer all choked up waiting for my step daughter to come to the house to pick up his remains and take him to the vet for cremation. She was doing it because I knew I would cry at the vet's and, being the stuffshirt that I am, I couldn't accept that. I was also trying to hold it back so I wouldn't cry when kelly arrived. We don't like to cry in front of our kids I guess, and the only time Kelly had seen me do so was when her mother, my late fiancee' died eight years ago.

Alex was all tied up with Jo-ann (Kelly's mother) for me because we had bought him, as a puppy one rainy Saturday morning in 1989 when Jo-Ann was newly diagnosed with a recurrence of her cancer and was very depressed. She had talked lovingly on many occasions of a dog she had once had and it hit me that we had to get a dog. That dog was Alex. She adored him (and his son Andrew who came along three years later) till the day she died.

So, I guess you'd say that the poem expresses not only feelings over the loss of Alex, but also a certain amount of delayed grief for Jo-Ann that was re-opened when A. died.

Anyway because this site has a specific forum for original writing, and specifically poetry, I thought I'd post my whole tiny 'portfolio' here. All of about six poems ( lol )

I have a little sequal to 'Tech Support' that I also posted on abuzz. It's called, 'I Have Two Dogs Again'.
I'm going to post that here too after I finish revising it a little.

I am printing your poem to keep.

I think it may help me someday, too, when I need it.

Kara

I am honored, and especially so because it is you.

A timely poem for me, since my friend of twelve years, Holly the dog, died a few weeks ago.

Edgar

I'm very sorry to hear about Holly.

Thank you, jjorge. She was no pet to me, but a member of the family.

So sad.

JJorge, I just read this all. Dogs and dear ones get all boggled up in memory and life. I have visual memory of my ex running with our irish setter, he loping, dog with a prancing pace, down the street...

ossobuco

They sure do don't they!

Sounds like there is a strong feeling attached to that vivid memory.