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Joyce Johnson
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0 posted 2008-09-07 06:49 PM


Aging Susie

My darling Susie cannot hear,
Is almost blind as well.
She finds her way around the yard
By her keen sense of smell.
She hasn't lost her appetite,
Seems to be feeling well.
I don't know if she's hurting
Because Susie doesn't tell.

She spends her day just sleeping
Until just before the dark,
I let her out into the yard
To run around and bark.
She's made herself protector
Of me and this old place
And is warning all the wildlife
To stay out of our space.

She doesn't hear me call her name
So I turn on the light.
She sees and knows her job is done.
We're both safe for the night.
I let her out a while ago
To answer Natures call.
I knew she wouldn't wander far
And worried not at all.

She sometimes takes a little swim
In the ditch across the way,
When it is full of water, but
It is quite dry today.
Through the window I saw a car pull up
And its driver step outside.
He stood looking down into the ditch.
I ran out terrified.

Susie had decided to take a dip
Not knowing the ditch was dry.
She could not get up the slippery slope
No matter how hard she would try.
The stranger was trying to call her,
But of course she couldn't hear
And paid no attention to him
Until she sensed me near.

She let him take her collar then
And pull her the rest of the way.
She followed me back to the house,
With excitement enough for the day.

By: Joyce 9/7/08

[This message has been edited by Joyce Johnson (09-07-2008 10:30 PM).]

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Robert E. Jordan
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1 posted 2008-09-07 07:04 PM


Yo dear Joyce,

Susie sound like some kind of grand old pup.  This is a sweet poem about her.  I like it loads.  Where would we be without our pups?

Love Bobby

[This message has been edited by Robert E. Jordan (09-07-2008 07:36 PM).]

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2 posted 2008-09-07 07:09 PM


I have a couple of aging cats and have lost 2 little dogs to old age so this poem has a special place in my heart. Hugs to you and Suzie. (check your title, there is a typo)
                              Ida  

OwlSA
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3 posted 2008-09-07 07:30 PM


Joyce, I only started enjoying your poem from the second time I read it - you had me terrified all the way through the first time, especially just near the end.  I read it three more times to be able to enjoy it!  Please pat and hug Suzie from Auntie Di and please pass on friendly woofs from Daisy and friendly meeows from Tigger.  Tell her that they are South African pats, hugs, woofs and meeows.

- Owl

OwlSA
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4 posted 2008-09-07 07:31 PM


Oh, and by the way, Daisy is completely blind, but such a happy little darling and knows her way around with amazing accuracy!

- Owl

JamesMichael
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5 posted 2008-09-10 04:16 PM


A fine story...James
TheAnonDavid
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6 posted 2008-09-10 05:09 PM


One of the most incredible sights I have seen happened some years ago. I had stopped in a small village for a snack at the pub; after the meal I decided on a walk along a country lane. Heading towards me was an elderly man, walking with the aid of a stick. He had two border collies with him. I was aware that one of the dogs was walking on the inside of the other gently nudging it occasionally.
I looked more closely still and noticed that the outermost dog was blind and the other was helping it by making sure it didn't fall into the ditch. The elderly man told me that they were both retired working sheep dogs and when one of them lost its sight, the other assumed the role of guide dog to it.
I watched the small group walk away, the old man tapping with his stck and the blind dog being guided along.
I enjoyed your poem immensely and it rekindled this memory for me.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas

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7 posted 2008-09-10 05:56 PM


Don't let that dog out of your sight again, I can't stand the anxiety.
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