More Thoughts


I got to thinking the other day
after many long years of living alone
just what is it that makes us this way
with nobody else to share our home
history shows that things went well
in the first few years of married bliss
but then as time did tell
things started to come amiss
and all of the love of those early days
could not withstand in so many ways
the pressures that life brings to the fore
and loved walked out of the open door
leaving behind a broken heart
and the price to pay is living apart
three attempts at trying to find love
in a marriage and a happy home
each one ending just like before
with me being shown the door
and finally choosing to live alone
rather than try to do it again
as a broken heart is not easy to mend
and it’s much easier to just be friends
after twenty five years of living alone
with many pets that I chaperoned
I do not wish to share my life
or have any other form of strife
and the remaining dogs get along just fine
and the quiet life is so sublime
they give me love and affection too
and sense when my moods are blue
they cheer me up with cuddles and wags
and lots of kisses if I get too close
these are things that I like the most
so instead of a wife my life to share
I have the love of my pets that are in my care
there have been a lot of pets in that time
as their lives are short beyond compare
new ones fill the holes left behind
each special in that moment so dear
they ask for nothing and in return
I give them love and caring too
and together we will see the end
when that final moment comes due…

Written 6/21/2019





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






My Family of Dogs – Part 1.


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Samantha, Mann,Whiskey Bean, Fats at the very back and then Ennery[/caption]

I was sitting on the couch watching an English Premier League soccer game with my two little dogs one on each side of me and I got to thinking about all of the dogs that I have had over my lifetime, for a time period spanning more than 50 years. With such deep thoughts as these, quite obviously, the game was not holding my attention.

I never had a dog when I was growing up and I missed out on the first thirty years of my life. It wasn’t until my second marriage when we had moved into our own house in Hailsham, Sussex in England that I first discovered the joys of having a fuzzy four legged friend in the form of Toby, a small Rat terrier. He was a busy little dog and as I was a Pipeline Boss working out in the country, he was able to come to work with me every day. That pipeline was several miles long and we traversed most of it on a daily basis. Toby was a hunter and would think nothing of finding a rabbits nest and eating the babies much to the annoyance of one of the machine operators. We had some pretty heavy discussions about it.

I had at the time, a small Mini Station Waggon and we would all pile into it to go places including Toby who was never left behind. Besides my wife, there were three daughters and a son so the Mini was pretty full up. Toby had this awful habit of letting off wind and many times as I was driving along, there would be screams from the kids as Toby would let one go. Sitting in the back, they were closest to the dog and by the time it reached me, it had dissipated enough that I would laugh it off and continue driving. Everyone else was rapidly winding down the windows.

He had another quirk that he was able to jump over the four feet high fence to the back yard but could not jump back in and would sit outside the fence and bark until someone, usually me, would rescue him and lift him over to our side. We had him a couple of years but unfortunately for Toby, he bit the neighbors little girl in the face one day when she wandered into our front yard and I had to have him put to sleep. A very sad time.

The next dog was a Cocker Spaniel that we named Melody. She really did a good job of selling herself when we were at the Kennel where we purchased her. She kept jumping up as if to say, “Pick me, pick me”. She had these big brown eyes and she was so appealing that she was the one that chose us. She had the distinction of sailing on the Queen Mary as we made the long journey to the USA. She was kenneled on the top deck in a special enclosure along with several other dogs and we would visit her several times a day so she would not be lonely. She made it just fine over that 3000 mile trip. Melody settled in to life in the USA and even adjusted to the heavy snow falls of the New York State winters. I started a construction business and again, like Toby before her, she came everywhere I went and it was not a bit unusual to see her up on the scaffold as we laid bricks on the houses.

A few years after arriving in the States, we acquired another dog, a cross between a Lab and something else. She was a beautiful short haired sandy colored dog with the sweetest personality and we named her Amy. Melody still came to work with me but Amy stayed at home preferring the company of my wife. At the time, we were having marriage problems and I eventually moved out. One of the daughters took Amy and I gave Melody to one of the guys that used to work for me. I was heartbroken to let her go as we had spent so much time together but the circumstances were such that I could not keep her with me and my ex did not want her. I learned that a couple of years later, he had to put her to sleep as she had just gotten old and had health problems. I should mention, an American country boys idea of euthanization is a 12 gauge shotgun. She had to have been at least 15-16 years old. I don’t know what happened to Amy.

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Samantha and friend

A couple of years later, I had remarried for the third and final time. My wife was a dog lover like me. We acquired a cocker spaniel puppy that we named Samantha. At the time we were living in Albany in New York State but a job offer in Texas caused us to move there and of course Samantha also made the trip. We eventually settled just outside of Austin, Texas on five acres of land on which we built a house and a horse barn. By this time, Sam had a litter of puppies of which we sold two and kept three, Fats, who was the biggest, Whiskey Bean and Ennery. They were all females. In the meantime, one of my wifes friends had asked her to look after a male Maltese puppy named Mann, for a bit which eventually turned into a permanent move and our family of dogs was at five. The funniest thing was to see the three cockers all in a line as they went out walking early in the mornings. Fats was always in the lead followed by Whiskey Bean and Ennery trailing at the rear.

We were at the time very active in the soccer community in Austin and Sam would go to all of the games a part of which was the consumption of large quantities of beer following the event. The guys and Samantha both discovered that she had a taste for it and they would surreptitiously give her sips of the stuff until they got her drunk. They thought it funny to see a dog that couldn’t walk a straight line. It didn’t appear to hurt her as she lived to a ripe old age.

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Samantha, Fats at the back, Whiskey Bean, Manfried is the Maltese in front and then Ennery. plus two cats.

After a few years, we sold the five acres and moved into a new house closer to Austin taking our family of dogs and cats with us. We had bought land in Belize and took a trip to see it. One of our soccer playing friends house sat for us. We called our neighbor who was our main contact to check on things only to be told that Mann was dead, a victim of a car on the road outside the property. Apparently, there had been a very bad thunderstorm and the sitter had put the dogs in their pen and had assumed that Mann, who she hadn’t been able to find, was already in his kennel. Turns out, he wasn’t and he was so terrified of the thunder and lightning that he had dug out under the gate. My neighbor found him the next day and buried him. Incidentally, we never did hear from the house sitter ever again. No apologies, no nothing.

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Mann and Whiskey Bean

I had also come by another Maltese, a gift from a Vet that was looking for a home for him. This Maltese name was Manfried. One day as I was working on my home business, my wife and her friend popped into the office to announce they had a gift for me. She opened her bag for me to peek inside and this bundle of fur in the shape of a miniature Maltese puppy, peeked out. We named her Bianca and she was the tiniest of puppies but really cute and she knew it.

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Bianca on the left with Manfried

Then one day a year or so later, My wife announced she was leaving and so long and farewell. She took Bianca with her and I was left with the four Cockers and a Maltese. Time moved on as by now I was a single man and my wife was now an ex-wife. After three failed marriages, I decided enough was enough and that I preferred the company of dogs. Twenty six years later and I still hold that to be true.

For Part two – use this link

Written 1/14/2018

 

More Sadness


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The last addition, Pete

Once again my life is sad
as another of my pets has left
to join with Richie up in the sky
where all dogs go when they die
this time Pete my fat little friend
succumbed to heartworm of years gone by
and even though he had the best care
his poor little heart just could not fly
I buried him beside the pond
next to Richie his bestest friend
and the two in life with such a strong bond
live in Doggie Heaven where joy never ends.

Written 2/5/2018

 

Feeling Blue


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Sitting here and feeling blue
wondering what I should do
the weather outside is dull and grey
wishing the clouds would go away
patches of fog and everything damp
no sun in the sky, no warming lamp
everything hidden behind the clouds
not even the birds are making sounds
it’s one of those days to stay inside
and read a good book and let others decide
the fate of the world or my part of this land
or maybe the two go hand in hand
as others far more wiser than I
decides on the fate of who lives and who dies
for every decision these wise men make
touches all of us and in their wake
we hope better things for all of our sake
enough gloomy thoughts, what brought that on
must be the weather with its dull song
what can I do to be of good cheer
make a fuss of my pets whom I hold so dear
which always brings a smile to my face
as they dash around from place to place
excited that I should find the time
to pet and to play and then are resigned
that playtime is over and for them back to sleep
and for me back to writing my blog I must keep
the weather has not changed as it is still grey
but my mood has changed with the dogs as we played
much more cheerful now and not feeling blue
as I focus on writing this poem, just for you…