Bluey was rescued as a puppy from a cardboard box on the side of
the road not far from where my family lived, Was than this poor little puppy won our hearts and in our hearts he still remains
today!.
We brought back his confidence which was he was lacking from his turmoil, His tail began to wag, he was just
a all round happy puppy that that he deserved to be.
Every morning mum let him inside to wake us for school, we woke up to a sloppy kiss on the face and wagging
tail, he stayed by our sides every day, he was like our little shadow.
I remember he would go in circles just trying to grab hold of the white tip on his tail, in the end he eventually
won, he gave us plenty of laughs.
After i finshed i high school, i than began his obedience training and to further socialise him, he made great
friends along the way, his favourite friend was a great dane that belonged to a friend of mine, they would run down the bush
track holding a stick at each end, so cute!.
Few years later Bluey began obedience Trialling and was taking in part in demonstrations for my obedience club.
Bluey never gained his CD title, but he did come close to gaining a pass after losing sight in one eye from
a car accident,But he just kept pleasing me, he wanted to please me, he was my best friend after all.
Bluey taught me lots over the years and i love him to bits for it, Bluey will never be forgotton. I still get
a lump in my throat when i remember the good and bad times we had together.
No dog will ever replace my Bluey!
Thankyou Bluey for being in my life, you are my truest bested friend one could ever ask for!.
Love you to bits.
K.MacPhedran
13/1/08
A poem for my friend.
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Tribute To A Best Friend
Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor....
then I remember,
it's
where you used to lie,
but now you are no more.
Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound....
then
I remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the
hill,
then I remember it can't be yours....
your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and
empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials
in
a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.
Author Unknown |
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