Dog poem

[Techchick]

This is for anyone who has ever owned a dog for all of its life............


"His Apologies" by Rudyard Kipling

Master, this is thy servant,
He is rising eight weeks old
He is mainly head and tummy,
His legs are uncontrolled.
But thou hast forgiven his ugliness
And settled him on thy knee
Art thou content with thy servant?
He is very comfy with thee.

Master, behold a sinner,
He hath committed a wrong
He hath defiled thy premises
Through being kept in too long
Wherefore his nose has been rubbed in the dirt
And his self respect hath been bruised
Master pardon thy sinner
And see he is properly loosed

Master again thy sinner!
This that was once thy shoe
He has found and taken and carried aside
As fitting matter to chew
Now there is neither blacking nor tongue
And the housemaid has us in tow
Master, remember thy servant is young,
And tell her to let him go!

Master, extol thy servant,
He has met a most worthy foe!
There has been fightin all over the shop
And into the shop also!
Till cruel umbrellas parted the strife
(Or I might have been choking him yet!)
But thy servant has had the time of his life
And now shall we call on the vet?

Master, behold thy servant!
Strange children came to play
And because they fought to caress him
Thy servant wentedst away
But now that the Little Beasts have gone
He has returned to see,
Brushed, with his sunday collar on
What they left over from tea

Master, pity thy servant!
He is deaf and three parts blind
He cannot catch thy commandments
He cannot read thy mind
Oh leave himnot to his loneliness
Nor make him that kitten's scorn
He has had no other God than thee
Since the year that he was born

Lord, look down on thy servant
Bad things have come to pass
There is no heat in the mid-day sun
Nor health in the wayside grass
His bones are full of an old disease
His torments run and increase
Lord, make haste with thy lightnings
And grant him a quick release

[Anthony Carn]

Not a dry eye on Jet Blast after that , I'll bet.

[pigboat]

Whoever said money cannot buy happiness has never owned a puppy.

[pax anglia]

Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

From "The Power of the Dog" by Rudyard Kipling.

It's just over a year since my Black Lab was put down because of crippling joint disease. He came from the local Dog Rescue at the age of about 18 months having been picked up as a stray. Of course I knew nothing of his history, parents etc so it was not possible to predict the usual problems that afflict the breed with any accuracy. All I can say is that he had a good home up to the end. I still think I hear him coming up the hall, or the rattle of his name tag. He used to sleep in my room and when he wanted to move around his bed he would put a leg "overboard" and push against the base of the bookcase. The resultant scratches can be seen when the sun catches them. I won't polish them out.
He was seven and a half.

[Techchick]

Pax, that was really touching.

My dog, Soja, arrived when I was twelve years old. he was my faithful freind, always there for me. When I went through my teens, and got my heart broken by some boy or other, he would be there at my side. I would sit and sob into his fur, and he would snuggle in and look at me with his big brown eyes.

We brought him all the way from Zambia when we moved back to the UK, and the six months quarrantine was the longest time of my life.

He remained my friend until I was 27, when he died a few weeks after my first chid was born. I'll never forget him. :)