BOXER ANGELS

For those Boxer Babies in the sky
Who have left our loving arms
Don't stop to ask or wonder why
Just know they're free from harm
No pain or fright confronts them now
They've left that all behind
They're embracing joy and freedom
And still live in our minds
Eyes are bright and seeing clear
Velvet skin is healed
Legs aren't stiff, and ears can hear
Our love they still can feel
Embrace their memory, hold it tight
Wipe away your tears
The Boxer joy that filled your life
Will last throughout the years
Think of them with happy thoughts
Say a thankful prayer
All those happy Boxer angels
Still know that we care
written by Dolly Juhlin June '97

 

   Boatswain

At the death of 'Boatswain', the Newfoundland who was the
trusted friend of Lord Byron, the famed English poet has a
monument erected on his grave at Newstead abbey. Then he
wrote the following poem, which was etched on one side of the
octagonal shaft:
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below;
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, the foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, lives, fights, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth.
While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole, exclusive heaven.
Ye! Who behold, perchance, this simple urn,
Pass on; it honours none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones rise,
I have never known but one - and here he lies.

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