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IN LOVING MEMORY...
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"Animals enter our life for such a short time but leave us with a lifetime of memories."
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"YaYa"
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YaYa.....Our Shooting Star
You were special the day you were born. Your beautiful, delicate body, a coat like no other, and that face... so feminine, pure innocence.
What a personality you had, your kitten antics endless, how you loved to lay in the sun. You brought a smile to us everyday.
I wondered how I got so lucky, now I know you were a handpicked gift to us. Daddys little princess.
You couldn't wait each day to be held and snuggled next to his neck... and how you loved him so.
You would sit tall, in quiet elegance, head cocked to the side with wonderous kitten thoughts. More graceful, gazelle-like ... I've never seen.
We will miss your little voice. Your very prim, slow, sashay of a walk. The way you were so patient with your younger siblings, always tolerant and motherly.
If somehow, you could have told us of this silent demon inside you. Only you could remain so dignified to the very end.
You shone so bright while you were here, but your light faded so quickly. As I look to the heavens, I know you are free now... our little shooting star.
With heavy hearts and only an echo of your sweet, little voice we say goodbye. Until we meet again...
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"God forbid that I should go to a heaven where there are no horses"
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"Chivas"
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"Dogs lives are too short... their only fault, really."
BethAnn
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"MAX"
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A Dobe, A Friend
I sit by you still in the sunlight, with my hand above the ground.
I feel the warmth of sun and earth, yet I do not hear a sound.
I hear only the breezes, and faint echos of a bark,
yet I feel as guarded as I did when you protected in the dark.
I wonder still if I was right? If I really made the choice?
Did I get instructions from above? Or from my heart and voice?
I know you know I loved you, I tried to show you so,
but as you weakened tired and aged, I knew you'd have to go.
I could read your heart and your eyes, and I tried not shed a tear,
I knew you pained and hurt from life, yet, I kept you here in fear.
I'm sorry if you suffered, as you tried to run and jump,
and the pain your heart encountered from your body bruised and bumped.
When that day came apparent, I knew it must be me, to take your trusting soul and life, so your pain and heart be free.
You seemed to know what I felt and thought, and knew what must be done,
you went with me so feely, as you lazily glanced at the sun.
I couldn't keep my tears inside, my emotions flowed and flowed,
then you rest your head and trust in my arms, as your love and life let go...
I brought you home to a favorite spot, where all the sun would shine,
you now don't whimper, whine or cry, and now I know you fine.
Now in the ground, so warm and deep, with a cross your daddy made, with flowers and your choke chain, it is in gods earth your laid.
I miss you so and always will, in my heart your memories deep,
but both of us are resting now, for I know
you're safe in sleep.
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My Guard Dog
A movement caught his noble eyes
his body rigid grew.
This was the stance of a killer
who many enemies slew.
His ears like sensitive radar
were tracking every sound.
This was a marvelous killer
who brought his enemies down.
The sun dances on his deep red coat
and reflected its rich dark hue.
The muscles taut and ready
and his enemy never knew.
The Dobermans reputation...
it rivals the Devil's own
for vicious strength and cunning
his legend large has grown.
Now my valiant guard dog
prepared to spring and slay...
But just before his chance could come
the butterfly flitted away!
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