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My Precious Punky's Memorial - Rest in Peace, Little One
My Precious Punky
May 15, 1985-June 18, 1998
13years, 1 month, 3 days old
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My darling, precious, baby! How could I have known when I got you 14 short months ago that our time together would be so limited? I wish I could have been with you when you left, to help ease your passage beyond. I hope that it was easy for you.
When you came to me, I saw in you the love of life that you demonstrated right up until the very end. YOU taught me the love of an older dog, a senior rescue, come to me in the autumn of your life. And because of you, I will never again let a dachsies age be a consideration in adopting a rescue in the future.
Goodbye, my Precious Punky.
Daddy LOVES you, with all his heart.
The Rescue Dog
(written in Memory of my precious Punky.
Thank you so much, Susan)
I took a little dog home that day,
She was ugly and bad, it's true,
Only I could see
Her true beauty shining through.
I put her down at my front door,
So she could walk inside,
And when I opened up for her,
She just stood there, eyes open wide.
A big soft bed was there for her,
A fluffy blanket blue,
A heap of toys was nearby,
All bright and shiny and new.
All this for me she seemed to say,
Her little eyes they shone,
No more need to bite, or cower, or cringe
All fear and anger gone.
She paid me back a thousand times
My furry faithful friend,
A better friend I never had
Right up until the end.
We walked a long and rocky road,
Through trouble, grief and strife,
And in the dark and stormy days
She gave meaning to my life.
I thought my heart would break,
When the time came for her to go,
I buried her in her blanket blue
Beneath the cold white snow.
Sometimes I still hear her little bark,
Feel the touch of a velvet paw,
And I still stoop down to greet her
When I open my front door.
An Addendum
On March 14, 1999, Punkys previous owner passed from this earthly existance. If there is any truth at all to the story of Rainbow Bridge, then I have to believe that my special baby crossed the Bridge with the woman who cared for her for the first 12 years of her life.
But, perhaps she will be allowed to return when I arrive, to allow me to once more stroke her fur and give her a kiss on the nose and to remember once again the joy she brought to my life in the short time I was allowed to care for her.
I would like to hope so.
And...
(rest in peace, sweet baby)
My precious Punky was a rescue dachsie. See the story of how she came into my life by clicking here.
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