All it takes to make them smile
Is love and kindness all the while,
A dish of food - a kindly word
Means no complaints are ever heard.
The beauty deep within that soul
Those loving eyes - as dark as coal,
Their gentle ways and cunning charm
Brings all around a sense of calm.
They offer love - and so much more -
- A wagging tail, or loving paw,
Pleasing is what they do best,
Ensuring that is their life's quest.
Love your friend with all your heart
Until it's time for you to part,
When that day comes - you must let go
For loving them dictates that's so.
Penny
I remember when Honey was still an adolescent and I had returned from a short evening out. She was so overcome with excitement that as I bent down to fuss her she nibbled my ear in her usual way, and I heard a huge gulp as my very large earring slipped down her throat! I wrote this next poem following this event:
I've been a silly doggy,
I did a silly thing,
I got a bit excited -
and swallowed Mum's earring,
It went in to my tummy
and caused me much distress,
I started to feel poorly -
and even made a mess.
Mum took me to see Sarah -
she's very kind to me,
She said we'll take some pictures
to see what we can see...
There it was that earring
as clear as the day!
We'll have to cut her open,
I thought I heard them say..........
......But now it is all over -
and I am on the mend,
And to the vets and all the staff
my love and thanks I send!
HONEY x
Whilst sorting out some paperwork recently, I stumbled across a card our four original Goldies had sent Brian for Father's Day. Inside it read:
To our very special Daddy,
We love you very much,
We know that you adore us -
You have that doggy touch.
Pebbles is the quiet one,
She's always being good,
Molly is the plank-head -
That's clearly understood!
Maddie is the Rocket -
Racing round and round,
And Abbie is the stinker..
..... a very smelly hound!
Whatever though - we love you,
We hope you'll always know,
And as the years go sailing by,
Our devotion we will show. x x
What clever dogs they were!
What my Goldies mean to me:
My Goldies mean never being alone, always being accepted and understood. My Goldies mean having a comedian around every day, having hair flying in your mouth and up your nose from your quilt all night, always feeling a warm body against your thigh, never being able to see out of your glasses for lick marks, always having a paw in yours, being told a million times a day that someone loves you. My Goldies mean unconditional love relentlessly day and night, constant appreciation for even the little things, never being able to wear black, always feeling wanted, always being welcomed home with great enthusiasm, having several tail fans to keep you cool. My Goldies mean never being allowed to feel down, only ever being able to find one shoe, never going to the bathroom alone, always having someone to hug - and someone to hug you. My Goldies mean all this - and so much more. I hope yours does too. x