This evening, after bloggling—I checked my e-mail. Our great friend, Carl Naylor, who does our auctions at our Bonefits, and is the best auctioneer in Texas—wrote a poem about Blue, and I want to share it with everyone. It’s beautiful. Thank you Carl. We loved it.
Nancy,
I just now read about Blue's passing. Tell Tony that my thoughts are with you and him at this terribly sad time. I know that you gave an old friend many wonderful years of happiness, and I am sure he would want you to think only of the good times. Loyal friends are just that way. I enjoyed your poem and I am not much of a writer, but here's my attempt at poetry.
As the Moon rises and the Sun sets
All days come to an end.
Birds roost, owls awake, coyotes prowl
This happens time and time again.
Some days are cold, hard and unforgiving
And some are just plain tough.
and, As we travel the winding road of life
We find it smooth and yet terribly rough.
The smooth part makes us awake and happy
Ready for mountains to climb
When its rough and we're tired and cold
One wants to whimper, cry and whine.
As the sun rises and the moon fades,
another day begins anew.
Thank God for good food, a warm bed
And a trusted friend like Blue.
Please tell Tony that Blue was a very lucky dog.
Your Friend, Carl
2 comments:
That is so touching, Carl's words are very beautiful. It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful dogs are and the profound affect they have on us mere humans. I love this quote: "In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog." - Edward Hoagland
What a great poem. Carl did a good job. I don't look at dogs as pets but as babies and I just open up my heart, let them crawl in and take over. Nowhere else can you find a perfect love.
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