Friday, May 1, 2026

St. Brutus

 

Photo © Jennifer Wagner

 

Oh, he was a love, an absolute valentine, that

St. Brutus of the backyard and chewed up swing set when

we lived just an alleyway’s kiss from Shakey’s Pizza.  You

couldn’t miss him, could always find

him, he, St. Brutus of the gentle jaws and powerful drool.  So, it

left a hole, that swinging open gate, when it

became clear he’d been lured, or stolen, or sent, from us.  Is

it that he had another mission, another boy or girl to rescue, to warm?

Oh, you may not have known where your new valentine came from,

but just know that it was warm from me.

 

 

© 2026 Jennifer Wagner

 

What’s Going On? Pets I Have Known

 

dVerse Poetry Form: Golden Shovel.  Choose a line from a poem and craft your poem so each line of your poem ends with a word from your chosen line.  I chose the line “that when you find it, it is warm from me” from “Pocket Poem” by Ted Kooser from his 2008 book, Valentines.  I also used it in part as my closing line, though that is not a requirement.
 

Written in memory of Brutus, beloved St. Bernard, bawling as I did so.


11 comments:

  1. So heartbreaking to lose a lovable being like that, and not to know where he went and if he was okay. Devastating. Gah.

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  2. What a heart breaking story. Love how you described his gentleness and warmth, an absolute valentine, leaving a gaping hole in your lives.

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  3. "St. Brutus of the gentle jaws and powerful drool."
    I can see him! what a loss, that hole in your heart (gate) when he left--and what a beautiful poem you made for him.

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  4. A warm and lovely memory of a poem, so sorry for your loss of that gentle friend.

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  5. Oh gosh, this has me crying, too. How sad and horrible to lose him like that. 💔

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  6. Oh that saddens me greatly! What a vivid depiction of your St. Brutus. One of the saddest things, I think, is not knowing what happened to him. The known one can make some peace with, but the unknown always tugs at your heart as you wonder!

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  7. Your golden shovel is heartbreaking. hugs...

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  8. A loving golden shovel in his memory...I'm sorry he's gone, Jennifer! (and your reference to Shakey's pizza brought back memories for me too)

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  9. This is heartbreaking. It's the not knowing that makes it difficult.

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  10. So sad. I can feel the void in the heart when he was gone forever. And more ever there was no way to know where he had gone. The ache is palpable.

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Thank you for your thoughts!