Stormy
He was a breeders dream, the perfect pup
That only got better as he grew up.
How can it be, I’ve waited so long….
A show dog he is, how can I go wrong?
Not disappointed as my dreams unfold
For the No. 1 Pom I now have in my hold!
The title he holds is held in my heart to,
My family he was where humans won’t do.
A bundle of energy since the day he was born
Earned him the name, “Ima Causin A Storm”
In the show ring to Stormy well earned his name,
“Clear the way, guys, I’m headed for fame!”
friends shared my pride in this little boy,
each time he won they all jumped for joy!
Then in the midst of happiness…..tragedy struck.
God called him home, my precious Pom pup.
My heart is broken, my mind is in shock,
No warning received from a heart that just stopped!
Unsure I can handle the pain of this day,
Many hearts were touched when you went away.
You’ll be so missed by the world that you knew,
The days that we shared so precious and few.
When heavens break and storm clouds swarm,
I’ll know its you still “causin a storm”.
A reminder to all of the fire you possessed
And to all of us here, how much you’ll be missed.
In honor of a very special Pom,
Am. Int. Ch. DeArta’s Ima Causin A Storm
“Stormy”
1994 – 1999
Kathy Henderson
4 - 1999
Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams, little one, lay down your sweet head,
Dream happy dreams in your soft comfy bed.
Bought for you special, for so special you are
The light of my life, my bright shining star.
Angels all round you to keep you from harm
Until you awake in God’s sweet loving arms.
The world far below you will seem so very small
The space you left empty in my heart most of all.
For the pain of this world you need no longer fear
Wrapped in my love as the last pain disappeared.
The memories you gave are so sweet to behold,
I’ll treasure forever the love you bestowed.
Tho my life will be lonely without you by my side,
You won’t be forgotten for in you was my pride.
Sweet dreams, little one, lay down your sweet head.
Dream happy dreams in your soft comfy bed.
Angels all round you to keep you from harm
Until you awake in God’s sweet loving arms.
Kathy Henderson
10- 1999
Talk With Me
Come in, sit down and talk with me,
We’ll talk of things that used to be.
It’s a shoulder I’m looking for
When I speak of dogs I have no more.
First let me tell you a little ‘bout me,
Then you’ll understand why my hearts broken to.
I’ve lost everything that meant much to me,
Most of all, my Pom’s and Shelties.
No, they didn’t die, thank God for that,
It’s just that now, I don’t know where they’re at.
They were placed in homes, no choice did I have,
It was either that or the pound and their graves.
Offers of help and groceries came (even dog food),
When my dog friends learned of the hell I was in.
These people amazed me, I was shocked to my toes!
To them I give credit and my family to
For getting me through such times of woe.
But, you know, if I close my eyes
and let my mind drift.....
I can still see each dog, each personality,
Hear each one’s bark, each one’s plea,
begging for treats and dancing for me.
I pray to God in his mercy, He watch over every one.
But, I already know that two of them are gone.
Not their new owners fault, just one of those things.
Another of life’s quirks that hits with a sting!
No, I can’t have dogs now, not where I live,
But that doesn’t mean I’ve not love to give.
I help where I can, the club that helped me.
I’m on the board, even an officer.
I help with fundraising through art, poetry
and even a little photography.
And anything else I can find to offer.
You must understand what matters the most,
They share with me the dogs they own.
Maybe someday I can take one home.
It may be a dream, but it’s all I’ve got,
When part of my life has from me flown.
Well, thank you for listening, I’ve enjoyed our talk.
Thanks for the shoulder,
it helps me to cope with the emptiness inside
that will never be over.
Kathy Henderson
8 - 1998
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