The Death of a Dove

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My husband and I have lived in our current home for nine years now.  Each year, more and more wild life visit as the trees grow and things mature.  Over the course of those years, a pair of doves visited our pond and bubbling rock.  They seemed to enjoy the trees and setting that is part of our memorial garden for my father who passed away in 2005.

Last night, a dove died.  It touched me in a way I’m not sure how to describe.

I don’t know what lead to that point in time.  All I know is I was looking out my studio window and witnessed my basset girl, Quorra, doing what I thought was blowing bubbles.  I knew that couldn’t be and looked closer.  It seemed as though she had a pillow and tuffs of white were billowing about her.  I felt the need to investigate.

As I approached her, I saw she had a bird in her mouth.  I’ve had bird dogs.  They have soft mouths, that is, they pick up a bird so no harm is inflicted.  I am sad and distressed to report that is not the case with a basset hound.   Some how, some way Quorra had captured a dove.  I can only assume that it was one of the pair that frequented our property.  My husband thinks that the dove had already been injured and that was how our basset captured it.  We’ll never know.

It took all the strength I had to pry open Quorra’s grip on this poor, delicate soul.  During the process, the dove mustered the strength to open her delicate eyelids and look at me.  It seemed like there was a certain resignation in her eyes and then she went limp.  I would like to think she knew I was trying to rescue her.  It was too late.  I think that was her last glimpse of this world.  It touched me and made me ache.  I hit a wall.

Once she was freed from Quorra’s hold and that of this world, there was nothing else I could do for her.  I was saddened and numb.

I felt compelled to write about this, as I often do with certain feelings or concepts. The cycle of life is something we all experience and witness.  While the passing of a bird or any other living creature may not seem of any great significance, I think it is.  We all matter.  I’m trying to understand why such a delicate creature touched my soul.  Some day I may.  At the end of the day, I knew it was time to stop….  Love my dogs.  Love my husband.  None of us know how long we will be here.  Embrace life and make the most of your days.  Appreciate your surroundings and most importantly, those you love.

Namaste.

 

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