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Voorste Mijn Talikhan


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In the Big brown cardboard box

Barely bigger than rolled up socks

Eight squirmy black and grey bundles

Bounce and scramble and tumble

We proctrastinate,

Vacillate

Then the little one stands on her back legs

Paws out over the edge

and says, "Ror ror ror"

And our choice was made.

Mischief personified

Curiously dignified

Dog beds are scruffed

Couches unstuffed

Bowls of water spilt

A Duck hunt in our feather quilt

Go to growl her but

"Ror? Ror? Ror?"

And you just couldn't

Age and wisdom came

Arthritis slowly sent her lame

Enduring of the skin-kids

Watching from under her eyelids

Kept the pack together

On walks, in the house, wherever

With her loudly protested

"Ror, Ror, Ror"

We'd all smile and regroup to make her happy

Horrid decision;

Self derision

But you can't be sentimental

If you want the end to be gentle

So we held her and nuzzled

Let her know she was loved

Right till the end; without violence

Then we came home to the silence

No more

"Ror, Ror, Ror"

Voorste Mijn, Talikhan, Foremost Mine indeed

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What a lovely tribute to a beautiful girl.

Run free at the bridge :happydance2:

Thanks MissB...

I love the little pup in your siggy too - the spitz are SOOO beautiful! I used to describe my Keeshonds as 'dirty spitz/samoyeds' depending on which breed people had heard of!

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