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A Dog and His Boy
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A Dog and His Boy |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
is the tale I will relate. Being together brought them much joy, in a bond God did create. The boy wanted a dog of his own, something to love and care for. Unflinching love he had never known, from a one he could adore. Daily the boy searched for the right pup, soon he became quite bitter. Finding an ad brought his spirits up, he got pick of the litter. Sire and dam were German Shepherd, fine examples of the breed. They came to the boy without a word, knowing just what he did need. The sire, a guide dog for the blind, was seemingly unconcerned. Playing with the pups he did not mind, the boy's need he had discerned. The dam was a most excellent bitch, compassionate and caring. She leaned on him while he scratched her itch, and picked the pup most daring. Proudly the boy brought his new pup home, knowing they would be best friends. He loved the pup and would let him roam, old doubts their friendship transcends. He taught the pup to fetch and play ball, the two were seldom apart. He learned to sit and come to a call, the pup learned fast from the start. Over six months they were together, walking in the woods and rain. True friendship was their only tether, separation would bring pain. Those first six months were wonderful bliss, then the boy felt a strange urge. The pup knew that something was amiss, their thoughts began to diverge. The boy took to traveling one day, though the pup was left behind. For the pup each night the Boy would pray, he just never left his mind. For a year or so the boy was gone, but then returned as a man. One morning he came home before dawn, sneaking in was his first plan. The pup, now a dog, ran to the door, hackles raised,all teeth and claws. The dog had quite a surprise in store, it gave him more than a pause. The dog's size rocked the man on his heels, it's back came above his waist. What the dark hid the light now reveals, the youth in both was erased. They acted as if neither had left, the dog was a pup again. Though of a year they had been bereft, they both embraced with a grin. The dog stood with paws upon shoulders, looking down in the man's eyes. The rift that stands between them molders, into lapping tongues and sighs. Again they were at each others' side, for two quite wonderful years. The past absences were brushed aside, in a rush of heart-felt tears. Their bond grew stronger through thick and thin, acceptance they both did find. One day the man had to leave again, still the dog was left behind. On weekends the man came home to stay, they were blood brothers you know. Only the man would the dog obey, the love between them did grow. By now you know that dog was mine, also he had dysplasia. He developed an arthritic spine, his vet said euthanasia. When I was home my dog came alive, the only time he did so. To act like a pup my dog did strive, in spite of me saying, "No." One night at work I called my mother, meeting her news with a frown. Her news was about my blood brother, seems they went and put him down. So my mother had lied for three weeks, about when he was to die. Bitter tears ran freely down my cheeks, for I had not said goodbye. ©1999 DreamEvil ------------------ Pain is life, life is short, I will endure. DreamEvil© |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
And the tears run down my cheeks as well... this brings back the loss of my own dogs, true friends. I still miss them terribly. Excellent, Dream, as always. ------------------ The only man worth your tears will never make you cry... |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Perhaps writing this poem is your way of saying "good-bye"...Nice job, Dream...  |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very touching piece, Dream. Very well done. ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I had a dog that was put to sleep when I was just a child...my family told me he ran away, I was heartbroken when I over heard a conversation with my brothers one night several months later and found out the real truth. ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
This was so sad! It reminds me of my dog, Dusty. He was put down also. I had grown up with him. It is quite a heart breaking experience. Sorry to hear of this! You did a great job describing the relationship between a person and dog. They truly are man's best friend. Women's too! |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
Dream, I'm so sorry to hear that. It was a very touching tribute. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Pass the kleenex! Very good poem, DE! You outdid yourself with this one. [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 09-06-99).] |
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Starith Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 176Leesburg, FL USA |
Ah, now whyed you have to go and write something so sad? You've got me crying now...remembering when my dog died...not quite so peacefully. It was beautifully written though, a true tribute to your friend and brother. ------------------ We are only truly apperciated after we are no more! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Wow, DE. I almost cried here. As I was reading it, I found myself thinking of your post about honesty. I thought to myself, that the bond an animal shares with a human is based on honesty, perhaps that's why it's so tragic when they pass on. Well done brother! |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Well, you certainly have mastered the art of tearjerking my friend. This was especially touching I'm sure for anyone who has lost a pet, me included. Thank you. Michael |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Dream, this poem made me cry... I have a similar story to share... My "baby," my Casey, was torn from my side as well at the hand of my mother. I had moved in to an apt. temporarily that didn't accept pets, and my mother promised to keep him for me until I found a place to live where I could keep him. One day, I went to visit my mom, and Casey didn't run to the door and bark as usual, so I checked the back-yard to see if he was outside, but he wasn't there either. I asked my mom where he was, and she had given him away. I didn't forgive her for a very long time. I still don't know where he is, nor do I go one day without thinking about him. He was my baby... Sometimes when I see a dog of the same breed, I have to check to see if it's him, but it never is. I love your poem and completely understand the hurt that you feel. ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
oops! sorry! [This message has been edited by ~one voice~ (edited 09-06-99).] |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Seems that I'm stuck in tribute mode. Thank you much since I didn't expect much response to this piece. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
This was well written and deserves to back on the top again! |
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