Best Petsbeautiful Poems
I know at least this.
She's a collie/chow mix.
I don't know however which parent was which,
but if I had the resources, I'd do this.
By all definition My Tasha Girl is a mongrel, a mutt to much of society.
Maybe I'm to close but when I look at her I see a radiant, beautiful pure breed so unique.
I don't know if it would make any difference one way or the other
which dog should be the father and which parent should be the mother,
put if I only had enough property and money
about the size of the average wildlife sanctuary
with an unending trust fund to provide this forever monetarily,
I'd create a community of a very special most beautiful breed
with enough partners to insure no in breeding.
I would breed a pure breed of the dog I always have and always will love
and I would deem the name of this unique breed as The Tasha Dog.
Collie's, Chows and Tasha dogs would be able to freely roam
anytime in there protected, barricaded, massive sanctuary home.
I'm sure that I'd sell some or give some to kind loving homes.
Even if none were ever adopted they'd always all have their sanctuary home.
The Tasha dog would appear and be as loving as my precious, sweet Tasha Girl used to be,
even though none of the pure breeds are remotely related to she.
No Tasha dog would be a descendant of she.
Tasha would simply have been the inspiration to create such a magnificent breed.
If only I could do this I know I would live and one day die happily
because I played a role in preserving My Sweet Precious Tasha's memory
which will go on forever for as long as we continue to breed her very unique breed.
BILLYtheKidster's Tasha Dog Sanctuary.
It will never happen, but hell, I can still dream.
Leo was a feline, passed away at nine.
She lived six years in the house where
She was born. Her Mother was a stray
Michelle fed at the curb. Elsa was a
Stray, half-dead. Smelled the goldfish
We had in a pond in the backyard.
A can of tuna brought her back to life.
Diedra and Gary are my beautiful kids too.
I am a Mom to all of God's beautiful ones.
Her beauty was beyond compare,
As her mane blew in the wind.
Her black coat, what a beautiful mare,
A more beautiful mare, you could never find.
She came to me when she was just a foul,
When she was just a sprout.
Her mother had died in a cave where men mined coal,
She was trapped with around a dozen men and could not get out.
I couldn't just leave her,
I had to take her.
I fed her milk and brushed her fur,
I took good care of her.
If only i had seen it coming,
If only the truck could've stopped on a dime.
I sat beside her dying body humming,
Tears slowly appeared as i thought of an earlier time.
Her beauty was beyond compare,
As her mane blew in the wind.
Her black coat, what a beautiful mare,
A more beautiful mare, you could never find.