A Weimaraner residing in Dover
is this summer’s most delightful rover
He’ll swim and he’ll play
on Delaware Bay
having a blast ‘till the day is over
Categories:
weimaraner, humor,
Form: Limerick
A stray chocolate Weimaraner
On the left side of the road
Scooped up, yet lovingly licking a face
Whimpering in pain, yet wagging its tail
Poor thing's been struck
By a car. And it looks...bad.
Date: 07/18/2019
Categories:
weimaraner, animal, dog, imagery, sad,
Form: Imagism
A tribute to my 11-year-old Weimaraner
Slowing Losing Grey
I know the way that his soft fur smells
Living without him will be nothing short of pure hell
He’s been a blessing for 11 short years
Soon there will be no end to all my tears
They tell me over the rainbow good dogs go
This gives me very little rest for my broken soul
Losing this unconditional absolute dear
Fills me with sadness, dread and fear
I nuzzle beside him at closely at night
I’m comforted once again by his breath at light
My heart is preparing for a great big break
But know that this is one that I won’t shake
I hold him once again and softly and sweetly croon
Dear Grey boy, Mommy loves you over the moon
Renee Trimble
December 2016
Categories:
weimaraner, bereavement, dog,
Form: ABC
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
Categories:
weimaraner, loss, pets, old, dog,
Form: Prose Poetry