Upon your deathbed,
between the tears
we talked of our life together,
of fishing and camping trips
and long rides in the truck.
I whispered love into your ear,
held you close as you drifted
from my world, my life, into the next,
where you will reside
in memories, mementoes and photographs.
You were always loyal to me
you knew me better than most
my constant companion, my confidante
my dear sweet Roxy Dog
my sweetest friend.
Author notes
My Roxy Dog died on june 9th at the age of 12 years old-she lived with me from the time she was 8 weeks old and was truly a great friend- she knew when i was happy -she knew if i was pissed off- she was my camping fishing cruising dog she was also our home protection system, the house seems very empty without her.
the pic and graphics are courtesy of my other daughter Brianne-(Bri bee on here)
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This is beautiful, a fitting tribute.
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A heaartfelt tribute to a wonderful friend. Beautifully written (except for the typo on line 10).
So hard to lose a trusted companion. Peace.
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ps. thanks for the heads up on line ten..I hate typos.
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thank you Gramma buff.peace
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Aww, that just warmed my heart!
Roxy should be proud to have been owned by someone who cared about him so much. But I think you made a typo in line 10. "snd" should be "and."
By the way, if you don't mind my asking, how old was Roxy when she died? -
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Yes I cared about her very much, she was the first dog I had of my own since I was 7 years old and she wasa ture friend to me... She was 12 when she died and she was with us from the age of 11 weeks old.
peace
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A wonderful tribute.....so sad.
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thanks Gal. hope all is well with you...we need to co-host a contest sometime.
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Sad to Hear that Sounds like you showed your dog a lot of love. Wouldn't change a thing just wouldn't seem right to correct something like this.
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thank you MSB. my Roxy Dog was my best friend for 12 years- my next tattoo will be a tribute to her.thanks for the nice comment...peace
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Don't revise!
I am not doggy, but I can pick up emotion. Sometimes these things act as a kind of sentimental diary. Just one trivial point. It should be 'confidante' with an 'a'. I shall come back here later.
For what it is worth, I now try to take the happy and the sad as all part of life's rich patchwork. We hate these episodes, yet, if there were no dark, there would be no light or colour of any sort: the Universe would be invisible. Nor can we imagine a life of continuous bliss, because we should not know it was blissful, as we should have nothing with which to compare. But I ramble...
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I will not revise...I generally dont unless I spot major problems...I agree with you completely- if it was all easy it would be too easy. thanks for the comment...peace
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It's hard for me to critique a piece that comes from the heart like this. I can tell you that it evoked emotion in me before I got to the last stanza. A few friends and I have had this talk recently.... about the memories and what we will miss the most and the things that we hope we can do before it is indeed too late. Grief is hard to cope with.... adding the what ifs to memories makes it harder.
When I found out it was your dog, I'll be honest it took me a second to feel true to this piece. However, I thought that was the best part about it. When you get to the end and you realize you are talking to your dog, it makes you first go, "Oh, it's just a dog." But then, my reaction was, "wow... how awesome was it that this person had a constant like that." The empathy then followed. To be loved by someone... human or animal.... it's hard to lose that. You conveyed that well.
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I did not intentionallly hide the fact that it was about a dog- it is just how it came to me- in retrospect the flow of it works quite well....She was what I called my "familiar" much like the witches and warlocks of old would have- she truly knew me..yet she loved me anyway....thanks for the great comment...peace
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