Julie Lochner Riber sent this poem around a few days ago. Those of us who knew Ralph will miss his friendliness and energy, and at times, his utter craziness:
(June 12, 2003 – February 13, 2014)
I’m big, black and beautiful. My heart is full of love.
Now I’ve gone to heaven with the other dogs above.
God whispered to me “Come, Ralph!” and I had no choice but go.
I could not say, “Not ready, God!” that journey I dreaded so.
It was very hard to leave my home, mom, dad and sister, Dolly.
They’re awfully broken-hearted now, not feeling the least bit jolly.
God must have had a purpose though, ‘cause I’m hopping cloud to cloud.
No one yells at me “shut up, Ralph” just because I bark too loud.
I’m up here chasing Frisbees, tennis balls, sticks, even chickens!
Eternally looking down on you, and sending turbo lickins.
I’ll love you and I’ll miss you, but I’m guarding you even still.
‘Cause that’s my job, I’m serious, death does not change my will.
I’ll visit in your dreams and all those memories we share…
Take care of sister, Dolly-girl, and tell her that I care.
And one day when she’s called up here, I wait until she comes.
We can run around together, free at last and chewing bones.
So weep for me a while and then start moving on.
But don’t forget the love we’ve shared since that lucky day one.
Ralph and Dolly
I knew Ralph and Dolly were a team, so I asked Julie how Dolly was doing. Here is her reply:
“Dolly is pretty confused. Keeps looking around all over the house and when she can’t find him she follows us everywhere. I suspect she’ll be with us a lot from now on. We’re all pretty “lost” right now."
One of Julie and Wes’ friends on facebook commented: ‘I hope he runs into my Tippy, our Plama and our Foxy. They are all attractive females.’
Love this thought!
Thank you for letting us share this ‘Ode to Ralph’. As I read it, I was reminded of the Celtic Bards of old as they wove stories to remember the fallen in battle. Julie in a past life?
Thinking of Julie, Wes, Dolly, and Ralph.