Lenore when she was nine months old. Get well, Love Dog.
You are needed.

January 8, 2009 –   

“Mornings At Blackwater”
 By Mary Oliver

“For years, every morning I drank
 from Blackwater Pond.
 It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
 the feet of ducks.

  And always it assuaged me
  from the dry bowl of the very far past.

  What I want to say is
  that the past is the past,
  and the present is what your life is,
  and you are capable
  of choosing what that will be,
  darling citizen.

  So come to the pond,
  or the river of your imagination,
  or the harbor of your longing,

  and put your lips to the world.
  And live
  your life.”