September 6, 2001 4:49 p.m. pdt
"CuteDog"
CuteDog passed away last night, a night countless nights ago,
and I just found out tonight, by visiting her website, and recieved this shocking blow.
For a soul whom I hardly had visited lately, late news of a frightening sort
If only my emails had been more frequently sent
Her humanity has been cut immediately short.
Her photo survives, as do her soft words,
And the presence I felt at her site,
And the site still exists, in the ethereal mists, and the feeling there feels just so right.
CuteDog lives in perpetuity tonight, and tomorrow in our minds and our hearts
I will promise to visit her website in depth, and find her word, so comforting
In pages and in parts of her persona, her humor, her reality in virtual space.
Because that part of her will always live on, and inspire us to see her sweet face.
CuteDog I am sad for your husband and family and your friends,
But I am happy for the universal existence which brought us together in the first place.
Happy for the fact that you still exist in cyberspace,
And thanks to your husband I can still visit you there.
The souls pass into the otherland, but the universal mind is everywhere.
CuteDog passed away last night,
And I scroll her life and sigh.
Her existence is still amongst us on her site
As I linger, my heart feels a cry.
Michael F. Nyiri
copyright 2001
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