Why do we do it?
Why do we willingly
Forge this strong bond
With something that we know won’t last?
It’s those good times.
That companionship that
Outweighs all the turds on the floor,
All the skunk sprays,
All the vet bills.
And this sad day we know will inevitably come.
It’s the cock-headed looks.
It’s looking behind those eyes
And wondering what he’s thinking.
It’s playing ball, scratches behind soft ears,
Wet noses, and belly rubs
Oh we know this day will come,
And it will be a tough truth
To swallow.
For Willie, 6/1/01-8/10/15. A good boy indeed. 🙂
Beautiful poem, sad event. I am so sorry. Thinking of you often, Jerry. Take care. Had a nice visit with Tom and Namrata and great news about Joe and L
aura expecting twins in December!!
Hey… Willie was a good dog…. He was very gracious when Bax and Sassy and I invaded his space… He was also a very lucky dog to have had you as a pal and care-taker all these years… Mom
Willy wasn’t the sort to jump up and down to greet you but rather seemed to accept a visitor with either a firm chomp or a gentle, knowing gaze. He was a unique sort, not unlike his human friend. I’m sad that you lost him though know that it was right for him to be in your life, and you in his. Love you both.
Jerry,
Oh sadness.
Lovely eloquent poem.
Oh we are so sad too
Joanie
Willy, you rescued rascal. What man would take you on? Jerry. Unaware of your troubled past and painful memories of past mistreatment, no one could anticipate the trouble and mischief you were ready to unleash. But you were Willy, and he couldn’t resist the desire to take you on and give you a home, the kind a dog deserves. Oh what a challenge. You wrecked the house, you ate his books and, you broke out of window and over or under fences to escape the demons that haunted you. And you were gone. So many times, you headed for the hills. Where and why, no one really knows. You stayed away for long stretches and, at times, we gave you up for good. But each time we faithfully looked for you and each time, you eventually came back. Tired and weather beaten, starved and sore. Why? Was it that special connection between a man and his dog? Did you sense that life could be better and, it was worth a second try. I think so, and it showed. Slowly, you settled in, the demons seemed to fade and, you were home for good, and a good home it was. You were a lucky guy to have Jerry and Charlie and, you gave back in ways that made their and my life richer. I won’t forget you Willy. Thanks for being part of my life and, keep sprinting across the hills chasing whatever, it was, you were after.
friends are the family you chose for yourself and he was friend and family…
I hope Willie and Sota are hanging together. Willie was a big part of our life and will always be missed. I still remember him with those cock-headed looks through the fence at the animal shelter saying take me home. He was a lucky dog and we were lucky to have him in our lives. Oh the carpet, books, jackets, microwaving his food, building a bigger fence. What a pup.