Losing Another Pet


Ginnie has been with me for 12 years

Once again my heart is heavy with grief. Not for any of my human friends or acquaintances but for another of my furry buddies.

This time my oldest living dog and the one remaining survivor from the original pack of eight, a female mini dachshund by the name of Ginnie, has joined Big Girl, Manley, Mini, Abigail, BeBe, Richie, Pete and Gizmo at the Rainbow Bridge where one day, we will all be reunited, never to be apart from each other again. Ginnie was with me for twelve wonderful years and was a couple of years old when she joined our family making her about fourteen or so.

I acquired her from a Veterinary friend who knew that I was looking for another dog at the time. She moulded into the household full of dogs and cats and although a bit standoffish, more than held her own when she needed to. Ginnie remained a bit of a standout her whole life never really making friends with any of the other dogs. Because she was the smallest, more than once she had to stand up for herself and did so very well. She had this remarkably soft coat which felt like velvet when you stroked her. At night, she had this habit of sleeping with her back touching me and I was always aware of her presence besides feeling her warmth on cold nights. Even though she was small, she would not take any crap from any of the other dogs and could sound quite ferocious.

I will miss her as she was always glad to see me and always made a fuss of me whenever I came home. It’s so sad when we lose our pets and they are never with us for very long. Just when you are used to having them around, they up and die because their lives are so short. Ginnie died from complications with pulmonary lung illness within three days of the symptoms and did so in her own way. She had been on the bed, her usual spot, and I watched as she pushed her way through the doggy door as she had done thousands of times before. She went out onto the deck and barked a couple of times and sat there looking around. Then, she moved onto one of the lower flower beds by the two ponds and lay down and passed quietly away as I watched, with tears streaming down my face.

I buried her along with all of her other buddies next to the big pond where she will spend the rest of her days. There are now ten dogs and two cats in that area all sleeping their final sleep together.

I should point out that my most recent adoptee that I have had for almost a year is another dachshund by the name of Buddy Holly, shortened to Buddy who is half blind, mostly deaf, has no sense of smell and more than a little senile. But, he gets about just fine and takes walkabouts out in the garden and is living out his life with us. His estimated age is twelve but I believe that he is probably a couple of years older so he and Ginnie were about the same age. I was hoping when I got him that he and Ginnie would become best buds but Ginnie, being who she was, just wouldn’t be friends.

Will I ever get another dog not to replace her but to fill the void that is left? Probably another rescue is the answer…

My thanks go to Dr Donop and all of the staff members at Austin Veterinary Diagnostic Hospital who as usual, did all they could to help Ginnie. It was just destined not to be…

Written 12/5/2019

What to Write About


Mikey

Sitting here at Covert Ford
waiting for my truck
just a routine service call
and with any luck
I will be out of here real soon
on the road to home
back to the happy little dogs
whom I had left alone
they will be pleased to see me back
with waggily tails for greeting
and I will make a fuss of them
and show them how I’m feeling
happy to be back home
to do my normal things
tend to the ponds and feed the fish
and calm all their misgivings

Written 9/12/2019



Go Down in History


I was reading about some well known folks
whose lives made them famous in years gone by
all of them living in the past
they never knew the reason why
today we read about their feats
and wonder what made them the way that they were
what drove them on against all odds
with no thoughts of any retreat

Will I go down in history
I doubt very much if that man is me
as I am not famous in any way
and have accomplished nothing to say
to the rest of the world take notice of me
for I want to be part of history
so what can I do for the world to see
the next famous man is going to be me

Fame and fortune are not my lot
content and happy with what I have got
my house and a little piece of land
enough to make my life grand
my pets for company who wants more
no one knocking on my door
food on the table and a truck to drive
making everything great just being alive.

Written 7/20/2019

Looking just Looking…


The wonder of nature.

I was looking hard for something to do
to pass the time on this day
it was way too hot to go outside
or take a hike in my usual way
I’m already blogged out for a month ahead
at two a week which is my goal
so what is it I can do instead
to keep me busy and fill the hole
I could clean house but that is a chore
not something that is my usual way
no interest in that sort of thing
guess I’m not the housework king
a typical batchelor you might say
I could go to the gym but that sounds like work
this time of a different kind
to push and shove and grunt and groan
I think I’ll leave that for a different time
I’m running out of ideas fast
can’t think of anything that will last
long enough to pass the day
until this evening when it is time
to turn on the Tele and watch a match
between the English football teams
to cheer on my favorites of which there are two
sometimes they win and sometimes they lose
and I really have to pick and choose
to see which game that I need to watch first
and at the end of the day
it makes no difference who beats who
I spent an hour this afternoon
listening to 2Cellos as they played
sometimes they play with a wonderful sound
easy to lose oneself in this way
and others they lose control on the stage
and the noise they produce stimulates the soul
and gets to the very depths of the mind
fast and furious of the rock and roll kind
for the purists definitely way overboard
for those of us with an itch in our pants
going crazy with them with hardly a glance
at anyone else watching them perform
knowing full well it is only an act
and the next time you see them they will be back
to playing straight in a beautiful way
and listening to them will make my day
well I managed to fill an hour
writing this poem so what to do next
I guess I’ll just have to jump in my truck
and go for a drive a very long way
listening to Audiobooks as I drive
in awe of the authors whose stories I buy
and wonder how they can write what they do
such talent and such wonderful minds
me I do not have a clue
as poetry is the best I can do
I do not have a devious mind
and can only think in the usual way
and so without a story of any kind
reporting the facts is how I pass my day.

Written 8/24/2019



Just Sitting Here…


Ginnie has been with me for 12 years
Sandy the new girl

Just sitting here with nothing to do and waiting for the time to pass which is unusual for me as generally I am always free to write a poem or words that last.

Failing that there is plenty to do if only I would look to see out in the yard to trim the plants or work on the ponds as growing they are most rapidly.

The reason for this waiting game are reasons not hard to explain as today is spent on two of the dogs the new girl Sandy is being groomed which includes a bath and she thinks she is doomed

She is not happy with me at all as all of this handling makes her sore and hurts her feelings and although a girl she may be clean just causes controversy

Ginnie my 12 year old little girl has gone to the Vets for an annual check to keep her fit and trouble free pretty good for an old lady everything is working great the Vet had said as stroked her head and he stuck in the needle one more time with a another shot to keep her fine.

So my day is split between the groomers salon and the veterinary scene but I don’t mind as I love those guys and if you ask the reason why I will tell you that they both love me and in their case unconditionally.

Tomorrow Sandy and I have a date this time a trip from whence she came. She too needs to see her Vet for treatment needed most urgently as heartworm has she from her owners past who did not treat her for her to last.

I hope that young and strong and full of life she will beat the worms and her heart grows strong and she can run and jump and play alive and well for another day.

One thing that you can be sure that we are working on a cure and have every hope we will prevail for Sandy’s sake we cannot fail.

I love my pets this can be said and will do what it takes to keep them well and give them the best that I can afford regardless of the price to pay to have them around another day.

Written 8/9/2019

The Love of a Dog


I have one dog upon my lap
another standing up on my knee
looking at me with big brown eyes
as if to say why him and not me
the same is true when I make a fuss
of anyone of the four dogs
the others are there as if by rote
climbing and jumping trying to be boss
I pat them all upon the head
taking in turns so as not to miss one
as they push and shove each other away
cold noses exploring to add to the fun
Ginnie is my oldest girl
a special place in my heart for twelve short years
she is a part of the original pack
the rest all gone to other frontiers
then comes Buddy a funny little guy
as old as Ginnie but lacking some sense
as deaf as a post and with failing sight
he does his best to recompense
Mikey is but a young pup
at two years old and full of life
demanding attention at every turn
not caring if he cause a strife
Sandy is the latest guest
she too is only two years old
but full of love and energy
as her life with us does unfold
I love my dogs and I know they love me
as between them all I share my heart
something that the whole world knows
the love of a dog and troubles depart
if there’s anything bad about a dog
it’s that their life so short can be
and for all of the pleasure they provide
there is that moment of misery
but in the time they are alive
they know no bounds in the love they give
sharing their life with their human friends
helping each of us to live.

Written 7/17/2019


Looking to Clean House.


I looked around and looked some more
looking at my dirty floor
hoping that someone would pick up a broom
and sweep the dirt right out of the room
then the thought I suddenly did see
that the someone would have to be me
the last I looked I was alone
just me and four dogs and they have to be shown
anything that I want them to do
I have to do first as they don’t know how to
and even after I showed them the way
they ignored me completely and had their say
“Cleaning house is not what we do
so get to it Dad, we don’t have a clue”
I took a deep breath and picked up my mop
as they disappeared not up for the job
and I swept and cleaned with no help from them
and I really thought that we were friends
it just goes to show that in times of need
even those that you house and feed
are not up to cleaning the mess that they make
what good are they you ask, for goodness sake
and then when your through at the end of the task
out they come wagging no thoughts of the past
but glad to have you back in your chair
the house is so clean but they do not care
just give them the time and before very long
“The house needs cleaning” will be their song.

Written 7/1/2019