The folks over at Tales and Tails have suffered a terrible blow last Monday. They lost their beloved Grand Dame, Lilac. Though I am late in learning the news and offering my condolences it is as heart-felt and sincere as any I have ever offered. The hardest part of loving a Greyhound is having to say that final good-bye. Many hugs for having given a senior a home and allowing to be taught to love the way that only seniors can teach you. They are wonderful and it is a rewarding, fulfilling experience to adopt a senior Greyhound. God speed Lilac, God Bless her family that misses her so much. We miss her too.
This from Tales and Tails in regard to Lilac:
“Since she’s lived with us, the poem Warning: When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple by Jenny Joseph has always reminded me of Lilac.
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.”
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Lilac…I love the color purple. When I look at the stars at night I will know you are there running with the rest of my loves who have gone before you. They will greet you and invite you to run through the open meadows of soft grass and flowers, the sun always on your back to warm you. The rainbow bridge is a beautiful place where I someday hope to sit and watch all of my beautiful greyhound loves run and play. I hope to see you there with them when the time comes.
Spacial Peepol 