Damn. I gotta do something about the dust 'round here. Or the bright sunlight. Or something. RIP indeed.
A line from Kipling comes to mind: “Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.”
(Slight digression: the religion I was brought up in taught that all creatures other than man are “brutes” who lack immortal souls. This wasn’t the primary reason I took my leave decades ago, but it was a factor. If Kaiser doesn’t deserve an afterlife of some sort [I’m not so far gone that I equate a dog and a human], there’s scant hope for such as me.)
Kipling also had this, a verse in his poem “The Power of the Dog”
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit hat answered your every mood
Is gone – wherever it goes – for good, You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
And also, by the same author, and very appropriate for poor Kaiser, the last verse of “His Apologies”.
Lord, look down on Thy Servant! Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease – his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightnings and grant him a quick release!