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Post by ARENA on Jan 20, 2014 14:14:03 GMT
I wrote this nearly ten years ago, when my gingery dog Gogo died.........  The fields we walked I now am wont to shun Our simple pleasures sadly all undone No more the stick,the ball ,the chase Just empty brooding shadows in their place. Your ruffing voice I now can hear no more Nor pleading claws against my study door No telly watching, you beside my feet Or nuzzled there close by me on the seat Gone those eyes of purest sparkling brown Those gingery ears like thistles finest down I long to brightly call your name And summon up that so obedient frame To see your sunny, oh so funny play But cruel life has taken it away. S B-P |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 14:28:34 GMT
That is heartfelt Arena.
The brutal truth about life is you outlive a lot of great dogs.
Quite co-incidentally today I found a few lines I penned at the end of a very intense love affair.
I think I will keep them just for me, and the person for whom I wrote them
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Post by scorp on Jan 28, 2014 15:43:55 GMT
It is somehow easier to grieve, to mourn for a simple pet. Some of us are reluctant to let it all hang out when we lose a parent or a wife or lover... then when we take the cat to the vet for the final time we can let it all go - I think of it as the last favour they do us!
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Post by althea on Jun 9, 2016 10:55:07 GMT
I still cannot bring myself to write a poem to my little dog that died 11-5-14.
I wish I could get it out of my system,but I don't seem able to face it yet.
I know it's silly,she was old and it was her time to go.
I have had dogs all my life,but Miss Chloe was my last dog.
I am too old to take on that commitment again.
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