As We Grow Old


As we grow old we are sometimes alone
maybe through no fault of our own
and even in another life
we may even have had a wife
or two or three whatever the odds
and their actions mean we lost the toss
and even though they left us to go
and we grew too old and willing to roam
and had not the urge to pick up the phone
instead choosing to live alone
along with our pets who are our friends
who stay with us until their end
both dogs and cats are in that group
with one another in an endless loop
as such short lives they all do have
and when they are gone we are so sad
at losing yet another mate
whose love for us had been their fate
if I had one last request
it would be that at my behest
when I die and my soul moves on
and even if there is no song
I want it to be at the very same place
where all of my pets at their Pearly Gates
are waiting for me and welcome me home
and together we will never be alone
for the past twenty years my pets and I
have looked after each other with the lows and the highs
they have been there through good times and bad
and comforted me when I was sad
and carefully laid their chin on my knee
which was their way of comforting me
and in return I would stroke their fur
and the troubles would lessen with them being there
as I grow old with the passing years
and know that my end and all of my fears
will someday no longer be
and I hope then that my destiny
once young and vibrant and full of life
now old and wrinkled no longer in strife
my pets will still have someone to care
and look after them as I am not there
to give them the love that has been their life
and look after them without any strife
and even though their lives are short
this is one time that I have to report
that they could well outlive me
as my life fades into history.

For the love of a pet or in my case, many pets…

Written 4/15/2019



Gizmo


I went back to the Vets today
as I had a bill I needed to pay
for the efforts they made to save my pet
as they worked so hard to try to get
Gizmo back to his very best health
his funny and delightful self
and it was no fault of theirs
that Gizmo did not respond to their care
as they tried everything that they could
with skill and loving as they should.

It was a very difficult time
as Cindy who was a good friend of mine
was retiring after thirty one years
and all of that time we had shared
many pets of mine both cats and dogs
some we saved and others we lost
as I stopped by to say goodbye
both to Cindy and my little guy
as his surgery was for later that day
and how it would end we could not say.

As it happened it did not end well
although through the surgery my Vet could not tell
how it would end even though he survived
and was resting and very much alive
but his heart gave out and he passed away
and for all of us a very sad day
sadder for me because of my grief
but sad for the Vets whose one belief
was that Gizmo maybe had a chance
until his heart stopped with his death dance.

Over the years and for most of my life
there have been pets of various kinds
many dogs and cats of different breeds
have shared my life and made me pleased
that I could have such wonderful friends
who ask for little and in the end
give me so much more than I can say
love and affection every day
and in the end they all pass on
as their lifespan is but a song.

In Memory of Gizmo and my thanks to the wonderful Veterinarians and Staff especially Dr Donop who worked so hard and was so kind and understanding in my grief.

Written 4/7/2019





Another Sorrow…


Gizmo, my little Yorkie

I do not know the reason why
my thoughts should turn to a different place
I only know I need to try
to put on a braver face
fate has once again been unkind
and struck me a blow to give me pain
as I have lost another friend
another of the four legged kind.

Gizmo, my beautiful little dog
stopped eating and cried when I picked him up
and so to the Emergency room
we spent Saturday evening till late
they sent him home with little relief
and Monday to our Vets we did go
and he spent a week as they worked on him
trying to figure what brought him low.

They scheduled him for surgery
and told me that I should go
back to the Vets to say goodbye
just in case he did not pull through
I cried and could not stop the tears
as I spent time with my little mate
not knowing if it would be the last
that I would gaze upon his pretty face.

He looked at me with his beautiful eyes
as if to say that he would try
to get through this ordeal
and we can be together again
I said farewell and walked away
crying so hard I could barely see
and all of the people in the room
turned away and let me be.

My little dog died that day
after the surgery was complete
his little heart just gave way
as he went into an eternal sleep
I shall always remember his little ways
and how he would try to talk to me
when he wanted something whatever it was
he would whine and bark so I could see.

I brought him home and dug a hole
in that special spot where the others lay
so he does not sleep alone
and in the next life has friends to play
farewell Gizzie you will be missed
our time together was way to short
but I will always remember you
for all of the pleasures you have brought.

Once again my heart does ache
for another of my furry friends
whose life in years is way to short
and from our lives their time does end
all I have left are memories
of the time you spent with me
but special are those beautiful thoughts
and in my heart will ever be..

Gizzmo was a Yorkshire Terrier and I adopted him from the Georgetown Animal Shelter in January of 2018. We had a little over a year together, way, way too short. He was 13 years old.

R.I.P. Gizzie, I miss you.

Written 3/31/2019






Filling the Blanks


I need just one more blog to fill out the rest of the year
I try to blog twice a week so as not to appear
too boring for those that have and take the time to read
as I scribble away thoughts from my brain hoping they will heed
the words I write are from the heart as twisted as that may be
as I have opinions of which all do not agree
it matters not what others think as this is my special place
where I can write down the words that my thoughts do grace
and so dear reader for those of you who have taken the time
I thank you from my very heart as I scribble out each line.

Written 12/8/2018



The Search Goes On…


Ginny the new girl

Ginny, the last one remaining of the original dogs…

As I am still looking for a companion for my little Dachshund, Ginnie, the loner and only female in the group, I decided to head to the three different Dog Rescues that I tend to visit on a periodic basis.

The first and furthest away is in Bastrop, a distance of 38 miles from my house. That is the same place that I got Mikey although at the time, his name was Charlie. It doesn’t seem to matter what I call him as he only comes when he feels like it. Actually, that is not really true as when I am out in the yard and working around the ponds, he is usually no more than a couple of steps away. Only if Ginnie starts to bark at something which she is prone to do, will he tear off at top speed to help her investigate whatever she was barking at.

I walked around the kennels at the Bastrop Rescue, many of which are empty as they are not inundated with dogs at this time. I did not see one Great Pyrenees and that has to be a first as usually, there are 2-3 of them. In the small dogs, they had a few mixed breeds and Chihuahuas, several of which were either males and/or in pairs. I didn’t see a single female that I thought would be a good companion for Ginnie.

My next stop was at the Austin Animal Shelter on Levander Loop which is the biggest of all of the places I visit. They had a lot of little dogs of all breeds and shapes and sizes but many had adopted stickers or were males. None of them said to me, “Take me home”.

My final stop was  at Austin Pets Alive in Tarrytown which is a little different than most shelters. It has four different areas all one after the other where they house the dogs several to an area. As these areas are adjoining, it is always a noisy place to visit as one barking dog sets off the rest of them. Again, these are all small dogs of different mixed breeds and varieties with Chihuahuas being the predominant strain and again, very few were female. So, very reluctantly, I left and made my way home wishing that that I was filthy rich and could give all of the dogs that I had seen today, a permanent place to call home.

Next week, I will take a drive to Georgetown, the place where I got Gizzy, just in case another small female dog is there and looking for a home.

Written 8/26/2018

Mikey the Comforter…


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Mikey looking very bright

When will it end you may well ask
working on yet another task
there is more work for me to do
why me, he exclaimed, I haven’t a clue
there was I just doing my thing
not bothering anyone in my dream
and all of a sudden and before my eyes
this shape began to materialize
not one I recognized straight away
or that I had seen on a different day
a brand new shape unknown to me
struggling like it was breaking free
ready to jump into my brain
and never to appear again
with blazing eyes and claws so strong
looking like it did not belong
in anything alive on this earth
and yet in its own familiar way
I thought I recognized what it did say
with its barks and growls and loud howls
and scratching claws and licking tongue
and wagging tail swishing in fun
and then I awoke only to find
that Mikey, my dog was what I had seen
and asleep and drifting in my dream
I had called out and thrashed around in my sleep
getting Mikey excited from his place near my feet
with his barks and his cries all for the sake
to bring me back to this place and awake
away from the demons that had me secured
dreaming of things that are totally weird
he licked my face and calmed me down
as if to say don’t be a clown
sleep peaceful now and I will watch
and make sure that your sleep is not lost
for nothing will get to you today
not while I am here to stay
I patted Mikey on the head
and turned back over and instead
of going back to sleep again
thought about how it’s not the same
to dream of monsters when I was a kid
and have my Mother stroke my head
and tell me everything’s OK
tomorrow is another day
instead I settle for a wet nose
and a cuddle as he moves in close
from Mikey as I close my eyes
and into a deep sleep did slide.

Written 8/25/2018

My Little Dog


Ginny the new girl

Ginny, the last one remaining of the original dogs…

I lost one of my dogs today
she was not there in time to play
she had her shots the day before
and I knew she was a little sore
I watched her wander out into the yard
and settle down on the deck so hard
I thought she would probably sleep for a while
from soreness to be free
when I looked up she was gone
and I hadn’t seen her go
so I walked out into the yard
and started searching high and low
calling her name again and again
in an all to familiar refrain
Ginnie, Ginnie-Girl, I called
where are you was the cry
but true to form no sound was borne
no barks or whines leaving me forlorn
I searched and searched in the hope
of finding a trace  of my little girl
I searched for an hour or maybe two
but ended up with nary a clue
and then I heard a familiar bark
as Mikey found something new
he had not helped to show the way
to find his buddy with whom he plays
but his bark brought another too
as Ginnie answered in a muffled tone
so I figured that under the deck
she had manage to crawl all alone
although I really haven’t a clue
where she found the entrance to
for I thought that I had blocked it all up
so that the dogs would not venture there
for fear that the snakes would find it cool
and a place to shelter without fear
I took down a piece of the lattice to see
if my little girl would come to me
but she ignored my plea to come
and left me standing all alone
wondering just what was the next move
I would have to crawl in there I supposed
and then I turned only to see
my little girl walking free
limping a little from yesterdays shots
feeling sorry for herself for getting lost
as I made a fuss helped a little in part
by Mikey, tail wagging, adding his bark.

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Mikey looking very bright

Written 8/14/2018