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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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The Bench In Central Park

       On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks.  I keep asking 
myself is it my fault?  What did I do wrong?  The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless 
song.  I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck.  Her words have 
left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders.  I feel it in 
my bones this day will get colder.
       I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run.  That just shows people will 
continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun.  So many thoughts running through my 
head.  And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read.  I contemplate over my life, it's 
not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy.  Even your spouse living in your 
house can betray you with infidelity.  That is why my heart is aching like a cavity.  Right now 
I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity.
       I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and 
for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul.  My insecurities 
diminish from their dark hellhole.  I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't 
seem so cold.
       I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in.  A very pretty woman 
walks by with her dog and I grin.  She notices and smiles back.  Wow!  A kinda smile that is 
only meant for kodak!  I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way.  Something 
tells me "you better not let this one get away."  As I'm listening to my inner voice, she 
glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice.  Amazing 
how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark.  I now knew everything was 
going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park......


* 10th Place win in "Anything Goes" Contest 
   sponsored by A Rambling Poet



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CJ Forever More

No more seeing you pout when I walk through the door
    to find trash strewn across the kitchen floor.
No more picking old diapers from the lawn
    I never knew why you were drawn.
No more kisses from your wide wet tongue
    the first of many I got when you were so young.
No more lying against your back
    your warmth and love I will lack.
Forever more sweet thoughts of you
    jumping in my lap when you were two.
Forever more you’re in my heart
    it was so hard to have to part.
Forever more you will be missed
    during lonely nights you were my bliss.
Forever more than my pet
    you are family and one of the greatest friends I have met.


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The Cross Over

My Dog 


Today is the day!
I give my dog away!
I wonder if he's sick or if he's too lazy to play and do tricks.
I called the vet, “$80 I cannot pay.”

My dog, my favorite pet,
He does not want to chase the cat.
I understand that he does not like to get wet.
But, how come today, he doesn't want to play fetch.
I tell him to roll over.
That he doesn't even want to do :- ( 
When I call my dog Rover,
He gives me the puppy face too.
Maybe he's over fed.
All he does is lay there in bed.
He’s not even wagging his tail!

My dog, my favorite pet,
He didn’t walk with me to get the mail.

Should I call the Dog Catcher?
And ask why my dog is playing dead?


by;pd & son 


Details | Elegy | |

farewell to my dog

silence when i open the door
silence when i close it again
no one to make a noisy fuss
no one to welcome me in
no one barks at the mailman
no one brings the little ball
no one chomps the squeaky toy 
but love still comes to memories call


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Elegy for a Duchess

Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, 
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream 

spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge 

and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick 

green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. 

Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, 
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap 

but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,

snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. 

Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me

down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead  you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, 

saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess 
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.

11-16-2013


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Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


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A Man's best friend is his dog

 “A Man’s best friend is his dog” 

The phrase receives little refute 
Anecdotal history alone settles any dispute
but he’s just a dog all he needs to be is cute

Trustworthy loyal and dyeing to please                          
in return asking only to sniff around the trees
checking if  other dogs crossed their i’s or dotted their t’s

You bring him home because he is oh so adorable
Now that you’ve stepped in it it’s oh so horrable
making matters worse your mutt is now incorrigible

your dog will figure out how to pass the time away 
waiting for you to come home even if it takes all day
you’ve had to toss the things he’s trashed away
 
You know all he wants to do is play 
you break out the treats and teach him to sit and to stay
but this is not why he waited for for you all day -but OK

walking and fetching may be good clean fun
but long legged  dogs really love a good run

understanding dogs is not as easy as it seems
dogs like people take some things to extremes

We soon discover our dogs are a lot like us
so get to know him well and don’t make such a fuss 

              In Memory of our beloved Samson 
  see related poem: Tale of the Dog That Licked Me  


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One More Time

What could I say that you don't already know 
One last word to share with you before you have to go

After 9 years of being loved and loving everyday 
Was there really anything at all that we have left to say

I loved you every second, every moment since we met 
You had the strongest sweetest soul I've come to know here yet

I think my greatest comfort since we met until you passed 
Is I know I spent my time with you as if it were my last

It really didn't shock me that you didn't stay so long 
The angel wings you flew in on have always fluttered strong 

It's funny when I think of all the things I did, and see 
If I was here to care for you or you to care for me?

And so it's time to say farewell I'll do the best I can 
Until we're reunited my soft, sweet, bossy little man!


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Here Lies Blacky

It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.

When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.

I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.

I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.

When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.

I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.

My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.

Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.

My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.

Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.


I hold your image close,
Like nature does  a rose.

The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.

Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.

Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.

I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.

I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.

I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.

The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.

The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.

And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.

I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.


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LOST LOVE in Aussie slang

written 3rd Oct 2013



I was in love with the most lovable sheila
 but she did darn take off with me heeler

Overnight, she had packed their bags
 not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags

Left with just a simple note
 she had found a more loving bloke

Heartbroken to have lost them all
 I gave me mate Bluey a call

Together we drank more than just a slab
 ending up so hammered, he called us a cab

As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
 by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise

What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
 every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect

I'm gunna cut me drinkin and win her heart back
 fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!


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The Ghost Of Ole Blue

Old Jim Hasselgrove lived out by the river bank
where you'd see him sometimes cookin 
viddles on a small wood stove
now Jim's best friend was a dog named Blue
cause no matter where Jim went Blue was sure to be there too 
like soft butter spread on bread those two were meant to be
so it was that the years passed by
yet that dog Blue never left Old Jim's side
then one day somethin mighty awful happened
seems Old Jim had gone up and passed away
everyone in town thought  Jim should've had a church grave
but loyal Blue stayed by old Jim's shack
which in the end is where they buried Old Jim 
and where some swear the ghost of ole Blue still remains today


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Loyal friend, never forgotten

I wasn't there to say goodbye

I often contemplate the reasons why

You were very sick that day

I still went to a friends to stay

My phone buzzed with the final news

That you had gone there were no clues

A dog, my friend for 16 years

I shed that worth amount in tears

Dicken my dear you were my brother

You took care of me like a mother

If I could say something to you

It's that I'm sorry and love you too

I would not want to relive that day

But it's in my memory here to stay




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Tale of the Dog That Licked Me (a memoriam)

Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun
the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run

I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat
placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat

I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time
In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime

Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best
Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest

When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run
 running and barking in his dream just having fun.

He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up
love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup

As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin
I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been
         
              In Memory of our beloved Samson 
  see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog


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Life's Difficult Situations


Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!

No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!

We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”

I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
 may be going through!

I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!

But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!

His name is Jesus!  The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now!  And for eternity!

He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
 certainly depend on!

Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand!  Because he loves you!

He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you! 
 Beyond measure!

The decision is yours!  A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”

He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you!  Than you ever dreamed of!

He’s the alpha and omega!  The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
 savior and friend???

By Jim Pemberton


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The Vicious Loud Dog

The Vicious Loud Dog


Out back they loosely kept 
  A very "vicious and loud dog"
And when I slept
  It howled until I woke
Soon I found it calmed down
  whenever I loudly spoke
Seems it just liked hearing my voice
  not that I had any real choice
For speak clear and calmly I must
  to gain it's silent trust
As the months flew by ever so fast
  like a ship sailing full mast
I found that dog waking me nightly
To be a very sweet touch lightly 
  on my lonely 'ole soul
So much so that this I now know
  the dog and I did nightly grow
Like the color to the snow
I dearly miss his nightly call
  his masters moved late last fall
As winter sets me to shiver and chill
  I faithfully vow that I soon will
Find myself my very own "viciously loud dog"!!! Robert L.


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Death of Bruce, My Friend

Death of Bruce, My Friend


Bruce, my puppy died so very , very long ago
 buried him in a grave deep beneath the snow
Vanished, the days of tramping wood and field
 no more would such joy his countenance yield

Looking back seeing more sweet joy than sad
 thank God and childhood for blessings we had
Remembering well the nights he slept in my bed
 often climbing up to lay beside my little head

Attempting to crush memories of his sad fate
 yet thinking of him often, so often as of late
A hero the time he attacked that poisonous snake
 getting snakebit instead for his master's sake

A friend, a love , no greater has a boy ever had
In dog Heaven he awaits and I am so very glad



note:

I had Bruce from age five years old until age 
eleven. Six wonderful years, blessed years and 
sweet years!
Even now at sixty not a week goes by that I don't 
think of him , his loyalty and his faithful love.
I wrote this about twenty years ago. Found it 
today in a scrap book , with no date attached but 
remember writing it one week before Christmas in 1994.
Found the Christmas card from a dear friend(now departed)
 right there with it...


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That Dog

-Dedicated to Abby (written in 3rd grade, okay.) 


there was a dog
she was my friend
she wasn't "just a mutt"
she always came when you called her name
and she always looked left and right 
before she crossed the street at night
i loved her so much
but now she's gone
that dog was special
that dog was sweet
she wasn't a "mutt"
she wasn't a "full-breed"
she was my friend
she's still in my heart
she's still in my mind
she's sitting, listening all the time
always with me
always there
not always licking my hair,
but there.


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A Dog's Last Journey, Revised

Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.

The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.

The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.

He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.

He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.


Details | Sestina | |

ROXY, THE ROTTWEILER

Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest; 
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry! 



On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!



Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking  
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling! 
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
     



Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty 
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me 
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!  
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Prose Poetry | |

HEART BREAK

A fine morning to watch the birds
By the ocean side. My dog by my side.
Deep cool breeze
Setting ablaze my ribs
My jacket and the dog’s fur
All I needed and asked for
Perfect company and comfort
…a lonely life.

My surrounding,
Oblivion of me
And me too, void of all
Very deep in thought
Knowing not when,
I sipped from the coffee cup
Wincing in disagreement,
I jolted back to memory
By its bitter taste.
Hahahahahaha

What a way to discover.
But discovered I have.
A great deal of life is false and bitter
It’s bitter when you love
Yet, you be not loved
It’s false, thinking you are loved
But all the while, mugged

Why do you tell me
All is fair in love and war?
When I know what I saw?
The weak is the stepping stone
For the wicked
The honest a tool
In the hands of the fraud
But…
Woe to them who made you bear grudge
And…
Woe to you who got soiled in vengeance.

Nature is smart…so smart with it
For the sun must rise again
And time must heal your pain
Like the Americans will say
Every dog has its day
Dust up and take a walk
For your new lover
Might be waiting by the side walk


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Michelle

A little dog so scared with her tucked tail
Came to my front porch one day.
She was ragged and torn, but sharp as a nail,
And when I looked at her I could see
what a price she did pay.
What kind of abuse this poor little creature had endured.
I could never imagine and it would never happen again
I assured.
We fed her and bathed her and gave her a home.
And not once in all those years did this little dog roam.
When she first came whe would cower and hide.
If a broome or rake handle of any kind
she did abide.
We finally gained her trust as the days moved on,
And she wasn't afraid anymore of being abused and alone.
The years flew by and she grew dim in her eye,
She couldn't see very well, especially at night.
She could only fiind her way by seeing the porch light.
She got confused one night when she saw a car light.
And followed it into the road.
Now my baby Michelle is at rest in the woods 
but not her final abode.
For I believe you see,
She's waiting for me.


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My Doll, My Dachshund

Dachshunds - Poetry Contest

My Doll, My Dachshund

An old abandoned house in the country, is where we saved our precious hound
Covered in mange, fleas, ticks and whatever deathly smell she had found
I called her name; from out of the yonder she came when she heard my yell
We could see she was excited to be rescued and the car ride went well
Once we arrived home, it was bath time, eating, then sleep
For hours she snuggled next to me without even a weep
She was red, small, a miniature seven year old baby of mine
We shared everything together and talked all the time
We would cuddle in blankets when weather was cold
No matter the circumstance, she and I fit the mold
One day she came to me, however not feeling right
I rushed her to the clinic and sat there all night
The doctor informed me that she could no longer walk
I sat there stunned, desperately crying, I couldn't talk
Our only option, as you can imagine, was true
I held her in my arms as she went into the sky blue
She is buried by the creek bed where she loved to play
There is not a moment that I don’t miss her every single day
Not knowing if I will ever feel the same way as I did then
Hoping that someday, her little nose will nudge me again

01-07-15 Dachshund poetry-soup contest
For sissy, you are missed my pet.


Details | Cowboy | |

Ol' Blue

One eye was brown, the other blue,
Australian Shepard his breed-
a workin' dog with one heck of a nip
to the heels a cattle an' steed.

Just a little fur ball when I got him,
but I well remember the time,
he could out run 'n outsmart the lot,
an' make 'em all turn on a dime.

Those cold prairie nights, sleepin' under the stars,
that dog would warm my ol' bones,
I'd play my mouth-harp to settle the herd
while he sang in soft muffled tones.

Last winter there came a fierce blizzard,
we were caught in a mighty snowdrift.
Ol' Blue hunkered down, an' just held his ground,
saved us both from descendin' a cliff.

They talk about loyal in people,
an' I reckon there are quite a few,
but I trusted my life, even more than a wife,
to that mangy ol' dog name of Blue.
                             
His muzzle fin'lly was grayin',
an' his gate turned to limpin' 'n slow,
but no matter the job I was doin',
he'd follow wherever I'd go.

One mornin', I rose from my dreamin'
but Ol' Blue just didn't get up;
I saw in his bed that slumberin' head,
an' thought sure he resembled a pup.

Now, cryin' just ain't in my nature,
nor whinin' 'bout things I can't change,
but I gotta confess, my heart broke at best,
an' was sad 'n plenty deranged.

I laid him to rest on the prairie
for the coyotes to sing him a song,
'cause no dog was quite so deservin'
to live on this Earth for so long.

An' if there's a Heaven for doggies,
I'm sure that's where Blue is today-
waggin' his tail, an' just proud as hell
of the work that he done without pay. 


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Dead Girl

Whose voice is that i think i know
Her voice is soft like the soft winds blow.
She skips with glee as she grows near.
Her skin is pale, as white as snow.

My dog beside me, finds it queer
To see her now after a year
Between two trees down by the lake.
The time she died was just last year.

My dog beside me starts to shake
To see this trick is a mistake
The tears that fall as i start to weep
Of deepest sorrows, my heart it aches

The feeling of grief it cuts me deep
But she will stay in my heart to keep
And as i cried i fell asleep
And as i cried I fell asleep


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Hope

Hope

The world is crumbling around you
Everything you knew is gone
Your mummy and daddy
In graves a city away
Taken from you for no reason
Other than the anger of others
Hang on little one
There are lights in your future
You can see them in your eyes
In the eyes of the puppy you hold
Someday the anger will end
Your world will again be happy
But for now love your puppy
Hold it tight to your chest
Treasure it as you would your life
It will always be there for you
Filled with the love you lost
My dream is that you name it Hope
Because that is what you need right now
You need to hold onto Hope
As long as you can


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The Old Willow Tree

Worms in my pocket 
Toads in my cap 
My dog and i on a log we sat 
The river close and running free 
Sitting under the old willow tree
A stick and a string i fished the day 
My dog and i passing the time away 
Sitting  under this old willow tree 
When yesterday it was dad and me 
I will always remember the stories he told 
Back when he was a boy at his old fishing hole 
He said boy i remember  when it was  Pa and me  
Their was a tire tied to that old willow tree 
Pa gave me a push the swing went high 
Over the river close to the sky 
On the grass laid my lunch and book 
And in my pocket the worms for the hook 
Their on the log sat pa and me 
Fishing under the old willow tree


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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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My best man

From my first memories as a wide 
eyed pup.
 The day when this gentle 
man would come pick me up. 
Though I did not know him I had no 
fear.
I instantly nuzzled his neck and 
nibbled his ear. 
Then off for a ride to 
my new happy home.
Then soon he would 
to take in a rescue so I would never 
be alone.
He said that she was my sisi and called her Jamie  
Giaco is what he chose to name me. 
We had an amazing yard with squirrels to chase
In this my life I had surely found my place. 
Toys and treats in endless supply 
I'm one lucky dog to have found this guy.
There were times i drove him up the wall. 
With my never ending, throw the ball, throw the ball. 
But he didn't mind and made sure my every need was met. 
I was more his son than I was ever his pet. 
He made my life great from beginning to end. 
I've heard people say I was "Man's Best friend" 
If that's what they like to say, it's okay they can 
But without a doubt, he was "My best man"


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Goodbye Teddy

Goodbyes, they seem to consume me
Too often in my life
People are departing and friends moving on

And yesterday was another
To a friend that I loved
Who loved me back 
That I know.
And my hurting is so great
Like I have lost a child
And the tears flow freely
As I hold on to memories.

He was my dog,
And you might laugh
He was my friend
And he had my heart
He was so faithful
And he never complained
He was a part of me
I’ll never be the same

He was getting old
And his legs where failing
Sometimes he would fall
And he couldn’t get up
He would bark for me
To lend him a hand
And with that smile in his eyes
He would thank me again.

I didn’t want him to suffer
And I didn’t want him gone
The decision was so hard
I kept putting it off and on
But then came yesterday
And I knew that it was too long
And I wasn’t being fair
To leave him was wrong

I called him and he came
And I put him in the car
And I took him to the vet
He just trusted me so much
He followed along
Just like a lamb
I wonder if he knew
Just what I had planned

I told the vet 
What I wanted done
He said it was for the best
The dog was not very strong
He took out his shaver
And he clipped off some hair
Then bought out the needle
With green stuff in there
He checked with me once
And asked if I was right
I nodding my head
Didn’t trust my voice 
And slowly and carefully
He slipped in the point
And pressed on the plunger
And the green stuff went home

That dog did not whimper
Not any sound at all
He lay there so trusting
He looked like a saint
Then suddenly he slumped 
And the needle was spent
The vet checked his heartbeat
And said it was gone.

I loved him, I loved him
And I miss him so much
I hope that his happy
In the new world that his at
No more pain for that dear dog
No more fear 
No more falls
No more thunder to scare him
No more pain in his joints
No more visions he can’t see
No more sounds he can’t hear
No more knowing in this world
He can’t do what he could.

I love you my Teddy dog
You where such a good friend
And I wish you the very best
In this new world where you’ve gone
I hope you’ll forgive me
For the end that you had
And hope that you know Ted
I loved you so much.

I LOVE YOU TEDDY
GOODBYE MY DEAR FRIEND