Rainbow Bridge

Where to Bury a Dog

The following originally appeared in The Oregonian in 1926 and later was included in the author’s book of essays and poems, “How Could I Be Forgetting.”

             By Ben Hur Lampman

              A subscriber of the Ontario Argus has written to the
              editor of that fine weekly, propounding a certain question,
              which, so far as we know, yet remains unanswered. The
              question is this – “Where shall I bury my dog?” It is asked
              in advance of death.

              The Oregonian trusts the Argus will not be offended if this
              newspaper undertakes an answer, for surely such a
              question merits a reply, since the man who asked it, on the
              evidence of his letter, loves the dog. It distresses him to
              think of his favorite as dishonored in death, mere carrion
              in the winter rains. Within that sloping, canine skull, he
              must reflect when the dog is dead, were thoughts that
              dignified the dog and honored the master. The hand of the
              master and of the friend stroked often in affection this
              rough, pathetic husk that was a dog.

              We would say to the Ontario man that there are various
              places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking
              now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine,
              and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a
              mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried
              beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and
              at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green
              lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or
              any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to
              bury a good dog.

              Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy
              summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to
              challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in
              life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches
              sentiment more than anything else. For if the dog be well
              remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams
              actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing,
              begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long
              and at last.

              On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are
              roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or
              somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most
              exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one
              to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost – if
              memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
              One place that is best of all.

              If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must
              already have, he will come to you when you call – come
              to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the
              well-remembered path, and to your side again. And
              though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not
              growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he
              belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no
              lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no
              whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who
              may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for
              you shall know something that is hidden from them, and
              which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to
              bury a good dog is in the heart of its master.

              The late Ben Hur Lampman, one of the most beloved
              Northwest writers of his era, joined The Oregonian
              staff in 1916 and enthralled two generations of readers
              with his graceful poems and poignant essays.

The accompanying photo is from an etsy listing, and I think it’s beautiful. You can find it, along with other angel pet statues here: https://www.etsy.com/listing/249279851/angel-dog-black-pug-statue-pet-memorial

Over The Rainbow

Someday I’ll wish upon a star…
And wake up where the clouds are far,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops


Your ears smelled like cookies.

You could sense when visitors were wary of you.  Your response was “a 75 pound greyhound in your lap will change your mind.” It did.

You could sit and lay on command; but refused to learn in Japanese…because commands in one language were ENOUGH.

You assumed that if you did something against the rules VERY SLOWLY you were invisible; and would get away with it.

You demanded to be the little spoon.

You assumed prolific face kisses were the normal human greeting behavior.

You could hear when someone opened a bag of bread from several blocks away.

You only ever barked at one particular DHL bro.

You loved having your teeth brushed.  When the toothbrush came out of the drawer you would bound to the couch, sit straight up, and start pre-emptive licking.

You knew you weren’t allowed to poop on the sidewalk; so you would pretend you were about to pee on something, then surprise poop.

I wish I would have taken you more places.

I wish I would have kicked you out of the bed less.

I wish I would have brushed your teeth more often.

I wish I had walked you every day.

I wish I had always let you poop on the sidewalk.

I wish I had blown more raspberries on your tummy.

I wish I had made you more Kongs.

I wish I had let you run more.

I wish I had noticed your limp wasn’t from your grass allergies earlier.

I wish we had more time.

Tensoon~ ご冥福をお祈りします

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven lies the Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills there for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.

Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Over The Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true


Happy Birthday, Susi  @marauderfan


わんぱく王子の大蛇退治 / Wanpaku Ōji no Orochi Taiji 
(The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon)

100 in x of animated feature film history
Release: Mar. 24th, 1963
Country: Japan
Director: Yūgo Serikawa

“The Japanese film Wanpaku Ōji no Orochi Taiji––which literally translates to The Naughty Prince’s Orochi Slaying––is the sixth feature produced by Tōei Animation. English-dubbed versions have been released under several titles, including The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon, Prince in Wonderland and Rainbow Bridge.

The story is based on the Shintō myth of the storm god Susanoo’s battle with the snake-like Yamata no Orochi. It begins with Susanoo’s mother, Izanami, dying. He is deeply hurt by the loss of his mother, but his father Izanagi tells him that his mother is now in heaven. Despite Izanagi’s warnings, Susanoo eventually sets off to find her. Along with his companions, Akahana (a little talking rabbit) and Titan Bō (a strong but friendly giant from the Land of Fire), Susanoo overcomes all obstacles in his long voyage. He eventually comes to the Izumo Province, where he meets Princess Kushinada, a little girl whom he becomes friends with. Kushinada’s family tells Susanoo that their other seven daughters were sacrificed to the fearsome eight-headed serpent, the Yamata no Orochi. Susanoo decides to help her family protect her and slay the Orochi once and for all.

This movie eschewed the soft, rounded look of previous Tōei animated features for a more stylized one. Production cost 70 million yen, employed 180 staff members, and produced 250,000 drawing sheets. It is also one of the few animated films to have music by famed composer Akira Ifukube. The film placed 10th in the list of the 150 best animated films and series of all time compiled by Tokyo’s Laputa Animation Festival from an international survey of animation staff and critics in 2003. It features distinctively modernist, abstracted character, background, and color design; formalized the role of animation director––performed here by Yasuji Mori––in the Japanese system; and drew attention to the talents of key animators Yasuo Ōtsuka and Yōichi Kotabe.

Accolades received by Wanpaku at the time of its release, including: being honored with a Bronze Osella (at the Venice Film Festival) and the Ōfuji Noburō Award (at the 1963 Mainichi Film Awards), and making it into the official recommendations of the Japanese Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Health’s Central Child Welfare Council. More recently, Genndy Tartakovsky watched the film and identifies it as a primary influence on the direction and design of his Samurai Jack.”


The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon is available on YouTube in two parts. It is the Italian dub.


I don’t usually share much from my personal life but today way the last day I was able to spend with my best buddy. I documented our day and now I’ll have memories to last a lifetime. My boy was the best 15th birthday present I could’ve ever dreamed of. Thank you little man for sharing your love and joy with me. It was an absolute honor to be your girl.


animated gals - Akahana
わんぱく王子の大蛇退治 / Wanpaku Ōji no Orochi Taiji
(The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon)

Mar. 24th, 1963
Yūgo Serikawa

filed under: Japan, 1960s, animals