When you died late last year
I had no words, just silent tears
Your loss blew a hole right through my heart
Crushed my spirit and tore me apart
For there was no place left to hide
After you had left my side.
The pain rose up from a deep dark hollow
Where souls are lost, and the words won't follow.
Goodbye Peppie!
Rosemary Turner
In Battersea there is a home for Doggies,
Those, that are put out, or found somewhere,
Deciding we could have a pal about the house
We took a day off work to go down there.
So many little faces looked us up and down,
A catalogue for each was shown and we,
Saw a little mongrel in the corner
He had been starved, and beaten constantly.
He whimpered, as we said we'd like to look at him
He licked my hand, his eyes were wet, but he,
Clearly was so sorrowful a fellow
And nervous, yes especially of me.
The previous man who'd had him had mistreated him
Kicked him, his poor face hair was all grey
But both of us decided that we wanted him
His name was "Scamp" that's what the sheet did say.
At home we'd bought a basket with some cushions
A soft ball he could play with, and a Bowl
We fed him, gave him water and we watched him
He clearly was a sad and tortured soul.
He whimpered, all the first night,
and had nightmares,
His little legs would shake as if he tried,
To run away, he'd growl and whimper softly
And on the 9th Day with us, Scamp just died.
My wife had got up very very early,
Deciding it was such a lovely day
We'd take him to the forest for his "walkies"
But he'd already gone ahead to play.
To where all sick and tortured creatures go,
When their poor hearts cannot take the strain
We tried so hard to help the little fellow
But he was clearly in just too much pain.
Although we only had him for a short time
The Vet we took him to, advised us he,
Had clearly been so very badly treated
That any further life was not to be.
His last few days were not caged in the dogs home,
But with a loving couple and he thought
At least Scamp had some comfort on his passing
And we were there to give him some support.
To make the final journey up to Heaven,
Better, just enough strength to depart
Scamp was really such a lovely fellow, and
His memory is forever in our heart.
Rex Tyler