Can someone help me interpret this poem or just talk about it?

My dog has died.


I buried him in the garden


next to a rusted old machine.





Some day I'll join him right there,


but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,


his bad manners and his cold nose,


and I, the materialist, who never believed


in any promised heaven in the sky


for any human being,


I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.


Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom


where my dog waits for my arrival


waving his fan-like tail in friendship.





Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,


of having lost a companion


who was never servile.


His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine


withholding its authority,


was the friendship of a star, aloof,


with no more intimacy than was called for,


with no exaggerations:


he never climbed all over my clothes


filling me full of his hair or his mange,


he never rubbed up against my knee


like other dogs obsessed with sex.





No, my dog used to gaze at me,


paying me the attention I need,


the attention required


to make a vain person like me understand


that, being a dog, he was wasting time,


but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,


he'd keep on gazing at me


with a look that reserved for me alone


all his sweet and shaggy life,


always near me, never troubling me,


and asking nothing.





Ai, how many times have I envied his tail


as we walked together on the shores of the sea


in the lonely winter of Isla Negra


where the wintering birds filled the sky


and my hairy dog was jumping about


full of the voltage of the sea's movement:


my wandering dog, sniffing away


with his golden tail held high,


face to face with the ocean's spray.





Joyful, joyful, joyful,


as only dogs know how to be happy


with only the autonomy


of their shameless spirit.





There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,


and we don't now and never did lie to each other.





So now he's gone and I buried him,


and that's all there is to it.

Can someone help me interpret this poem or just talk about it?
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