Goodbye Miss Daisy

Goodbye Miss Daisy

Goodbye Miss Daisy

by

Jo Lewington

This book is dedicated to all

Miss Daisy’s friends

A Bampton Archive Publication BCA-21 / May 2015

Miss Daisy, you were good at chasing rabbits,

you saved the cabbage and the Brussels sprouts.

You saw off all the other garden rogues - it was your job.

You welcomed friends who called; you smiled, you wagged, and smiled and wagged some more.

Day came you didn’t jump and wag - you wouldn’t eat

- could hardly walk or run.

So called the Vet ““there’s nothing can be done.”

For you were old your little body tired.

You lay sleeping in your usual place with blanket and hot water bottle.

Just drinking drops of water from a spoon.

And died so quietly, late at night, whilst I was stroking you.

One friend came to dig your grave

Where once you used to love to lie, stretched out in the sun.

The grave was lined with turf to make it soft.

Your little body, strewn with leaves and flowers.

Friends came with more.

The village children too…

“She was the village dog” they said and it was true.

Tulips and daisies were planted in the earth.

A lamp put there to show the angel where to come,

To lead the soul -

to lead the spirit the universal love,

into the universe of universal love.

Miss Daisy- you were good at chasing rabbits, you saved the cabbage and the Brussels sprouts.

You saw off all the other garden rogues - it was your job.

You welcomed friends who called; you smiled, you wagged, and smiled and wagged some more.

Day came you didn’t jump and wag you wouldn’t eat could hardly walk or run.

So called the Vet - “there’s nothing can be done.”

For you were old - your little body tired.

You lay there sleeping in your usual place with blanket and hot water bottle.

Just drinking drops of water from a spoon.

And died so quietly, late at night, whilst I was stroking you.

One friend came to dig your grave Where once you used to love to lie, stretched out in the sun.

The grave was lined with turf to make it soft.

Your little body, strewn with leaves and flowers.

Friends came with more. The village children too…

“She was the village dog” they said, and it was true.

Tulips and daisies were planted in the earth.

A lamp put there to show the angel where to come, To lead the soul - to lead the spirit - the universal love, into the universe of universal love.