Miss Kitty Katt was famous in the small hometown of mine
And Buster was the town dog -- never knew a boundary line.
Miss Kitty knew no limits except those she had drawn
Which included one she’d posted -- “All dogs stay off this lawn.”
She made it known some time ago and everybody knew
That no dog ever was allowed – they knew what would ensue.
Buster and Tom were hangin’ out. There ain’t no doubt up to no good.
Just out there strollin’ in the hood – Looked up and there Miss Kitty stood.
Now Tom, he knew Miss Kitty -- and Buster was his friend.
And he recognized the trouble they both would soon be in.
Miss Kitty started hissing the way that mad cats do
She had been here many times before and knew just what to do.
She just made straight for Tom with fire in her eyes
Anyone who saw her knew her hate was not disguised.
Miss Kitty’s scream was piercing -- her intent, there was no doubt,
They were walking in her yard and she meant to drive them out.
Ol’ Tom he realized just what there was in store
Since he had also been here many times before.
It sure should draw some water that he was of her kind
But all ol’ Tom could think about was savin’ his behind.
Salvation soon trumped honor and Valor? --- Nowhere to be found.
Tom quickly realized he had no choice – he knelt down to the ground
Miss Kitty in her hissy fit soared right o’er ol’ Tom’s back.
And Buster stood there helpless to handle the attack.
What happened wasn’t pretty and Buster had no doubt
This crazy maddened mama cat was there to take him out.
Nothing could be said or done to change what was to be
When Buster, with a side step knocked Miss Kitty to her knees.
I suppose we’ll always wonder just what went on that day
When Buster and the Tom Katt just went out to play
The Morning News has brought up questions about this strange event
Like how Buster got his broken leg and where Miss Kitty went.
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.
I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.
Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.
You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.
And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said, “I care”.
Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.
There’s precious little time to spare”.
But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them.
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.
I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
If you'd known it would hurt me, you wouldn't have done it
There's no way you'd want me to cry,
You wouldn't just leave, like a bolt from the blue,
without even saying Good-bye.
You knew that I loved you, you knew that I cared
You knew I would always be true
But now you are gone and I'm feeling quite scared
and I really don't know what to do.
I'll love you forever, I'll miss you for longer
you'll always be here in my heart
But time's a great healer and soon I'll be stronger
instead of just falling apart.
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.
Mom is gone tonight
Missing her not in my way
Her pillow so soft
* New Puppy :) in the house *
It is the 27th January,
And I sit here all alone
My memories keep me company
Of times not too long gone
Started again just last night
When a show was going on
They call that show the “Heartbeat”
Filmed over on British lawn.
The man whose name is David
He lost his beautiful dog
It died right there so near him
With never a moan or sob
In six more days now coming on
It will be the 2nd Feb,
It’ll be just two months further on
From when I lost my friend
There are just no words to tell you
The lost I feel inside
My wound still hangs there gaping
And festers really wild
One of by biggest worries
Is just how did he die
I know that he was old then
With youth not on his side
The vet said he was quite confused
When I took my dog to him
He said it looked like toxins
Shutting down and setting in
He gave my Zig a checkup
And listened to his heart
He concluded that his tick collar
Could be the blame for starts
But things have happened since then
And I’m really not convinced
I feel that there’s been foul play
From one whose name is Chris.
I know I’ll never know now
What is the purest truth
I really hope I’m wrong here
Why was his end not mute
I miss that dog I tell you
For years just him and I
I had a love I cherished
That shone from those brown eyes
I’ll never have another
That will take my heart like he
He will always be alive here
While I have my memories.
I do not know?
My little fighter
Your memory isn't any lighter.
The way you cocked your head,
And for tasty treats you plead.
You loved to tumble in the grass,
And stole sweets from a kid in my class.
When lying on my bed,
You'd curl up on my lap
There you'd take a little nap.
Chasing cars was your game,
But you always came when I called your name.
You were my one eyed pirate
Far greater than hudini.
Never will there be a pack
More sacred than that
Of a little girl and loyal friend
My little fighter
Your memory isn't any lighter. .
But one day we'll meet again.
In loving memory of my first pet a little foxi cross malteese terrier named Cola?
A couple weeks before her fourteenth birthday,
We knew something was wrong
Peanut, who loved to eat above all else, suddenly turned down food
To make it worse she was having trouble breathing
I had urged my dad that we had to take her to the pet hospital, and he agreed
At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong,
I could see the look in my dad’s face
Even I knew, it was her time
We all got to say our final goodbyes,
Held her paw, and stayed with her as she drifted to sleep
Her passing had hit us so hard, like a huge weight had fallen onto us
I kept asking myself, over and over again,
“why did she have to go?”
We all thought she was gone forever,
And tears of sadness had stuck with us for a while
Then a strong realization came over us,
Peanut was not gone,
She would always be with us
Tears of sadness soon became tears of happiness
When we learned about the Rainbow Bridge
Hearing that touching story,
We all knew Peanut would forever be in our minds and our hearts
If Peanut is waiting on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge,
Then I look forward to the day when we cross that bridge and can be with her
Dedicated to Peanut
In our memories,
The pets that have passed will always remain
We realize upon having them
That they turn out to be something more-
A loving companion, a protector,
And most of all, a friend
Someone who will always be there for you
One who gives you a shoulder to cry on,
A creature subtly unassuming,
Who will simply listen..
There is a connection with our pets
That is impossible to break
And when there comes a time to say goodbye,
That connection will help us continue on
We never want them to leave,
But all of us know that nothing lasts forever
But the effect they leave on you
And the love you have for them does
I do not know?
A solitary heart and a perplexed mind
tiny shiny eyes rummaging for a guide.
then you came like an angel
and gave me love quintessential.
days passed by and memories became indelible.
(the day hachiko saw his master for the last time)
as you move , i follow . if you leave , i wait forever more
and you stride till gate to enter the train.
and i tried to stop you by finally catching the ball
you threw again and again.
but still you left and yet you've not come.
i miss those days filled with fun.
they say you're dead but i'll never say die.
they're all persuading me to leave by their lies.
i want the love of your goblet that is fixed not fluctuate.
the doors will open and close
but this sanguine heart will never say cheerio.
this solemn soul isn't sunder.
i will wait till my heart surrenders.
these eyes seem to wail silently,
there's a salient part in my heart that you've got to heal.
they say you'll never come,but i don't believe.
don't you worry, but please do hurry.
i am waiting , i'll keep waiting.
(after 9 years)
the luster of my eyes seems to fade.
come fast , you're too late
co'z i want to jump in your arms once again.
i want to live every sweet moment with you, just once again
Seasons have passed , yet we are apart.
now i need to leave , God is calling for me.
but when you return , please don't sigh.
because 'I STILL LOVE YOU'
'AISHITE IMASU' (Japanese translation for i love you).
**well , hachiko was a Japanese dog of Akita breed...he was an extremely loyal dog who loved his master unconditionally...hachiko's master died a natural death when he was out of town but hachi didn't believe people when they said that hachi's master was dead and he kept waiting for him outside the station's gate from where hachi's master left for about 9 years and died right there...there is even a bronze statue of hachiko outside the station he waited for his master. for more information , you can search 'HACHIKO' on the internet.he is a hero. an inspiration...this proves , how faithful and loyal a dog can be...if you have one , he is your best friend...feel lucky...