Quinta

A quick sketch of my family's much loved and much missed West Highland White Terrier. Quinta was with us for fourteen energetic and inquisitive years, and brought joy to the household. Even when she went down to the water and rolled on the dead fish.

It is difficult to say how much a pet can mean to one, and how much she might be missed when she is gone. But some portion of that sentiment can be found in this poem, by Henri Coulette:

Petition

Lord of the Tenth Life,

Welcome my Jerome,

A fierce, gold tabby.

Make him feel at home.

He loves bird and mouse,

He loves a man's lap,

And in winter light,

Paws tucked in, a nap.

I think it conveys adequately enough both mourning for a lost companion, and the satisfaction that ones's companion was possessed of such completeness and excellence.