DEDICATED TO PEOPLE IN RESCUE

I wasn't a pup when I came to your home,
I'd been dumped on the road, left to roam.
Don't remember the people except the pain.
They left me to die in the cold and the rain.
You were driving down the highway, it was late at night
When you saw the faintest glimmer of light.
You took a chance and turned around
Got out of the van and knelt to the ground.
My quivering body felt the gentlest of hands.
I knew I need not make any demands.
In your heart, and your home, there was always room
For those who would face certain doom.
You healed my body and you healed my heart.
You gave me what I needed, a fresh start.
When I cried at night, you were always there
With soft words, a kiss, a hug to share.
When I misbehaved and would cower with guilt
You only showed love.....up to the hilt.
You loved and cared for me in sickness and health
Our love for each other was more precious than wealth.
Even when you were tired and had a bad day
You'd always come home to me and say,
"I missed you my baby.  I'm glad to be back."
Then you'd give me kiss, a hug and a pat.
We'd have a nice dinner then go out to play
There was so much love I wanted to stay.
But my eyes, they faded and my heart grew weak
As my time grew closer you could not speak.
You held me tight, tears flowed from your eyes
We both had to say our sad good byes.
The release from pain we knew must end
No more time on this Earth would we spend
Running in the fields, playing ball
Sitting quietly together at the end of it all.
But our time together is not through
Because I'll be there waiting for you
At the edge of the Rainbow Bridge I'll stand
Until I once again see those gentle hands.
I'll ran to you with tail held high
We will never again have to say goodbye.
My love at death, it does not end
Because you are, indeed, doGs best friend.
Jeane Illsche
June 21, 1998
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THE ROMANCE OF REX, THE PIDDLER RUNT

(A tale of a pedigreed piddlin'
Pup in Ten Piddles and a Puddle)
        Piddle #1
A farmer's dog came into town,
His christian name was Rex,
A noble pedigree had he
Unusual was hs text.
And as he trotted down the street
Twas beautiful to see
His work on every corner--
His work on every tree.
        Piddle #2
He watered every gateway too,
And never missed a post
For piddling was his specialty
And piddling was his boast.
The city Curs looked on amazed
With deep and jealous rage
To see a simple country dog
The piddler of the age.
        Piddle #3
Then all the dogs from everywhere
Were summoned with a yell,
To sniff the country stranger o'er
And judge him by the smell.
Some thought that he a king might be
Beneath his tail a rose,
So every dog drew near to him
And sniffed it up his nose.
        Piddle #4
They smelled him over one by one
They smelled him two by two
And noble Rex, in high disdain,
Stood still till they were thru.
Then just to show the whole shebang
He didn't give a damn
He trotted in a gracery store
And piddled on a ham.

        Piddle #5
He piddled in a makcerel keg--
He piddled on the floor,
And when the grocer kicked him out
He piddled through the door.
Behind him all the city dogs
Lined up with instinct true
To start a piddling carnical
And see the stranger through.
        Piddle #6
They showed him every piddling post
They had in all the town,
And started in with many a wink
To pee the stranger down.
They sent for champion piddlers
Who were always on the go,
Who sometimes did a piddling stunt
Or gave a piddling show.
        Piddle #7
They sprung these on him suddenly
When midway in the town;
Rex ohly smiled and polished off
The ablest, white or brown.
For Rex was with them every trick
With vigor and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him.
        Piddle #8
So he was wetting merrily
with hind leg kicking high,
When most were hoisting legs in bluff
And piddling mighty dry.
On and on, Rex sought new grounds
By piles and scraps and rust,
Till every city dog went dry
And piddled only dust.
Piddle #9
But on and on went noble Rex
As wet as any rill,
And all the champion city pups
Were pee'd to a standstill.
Then Rex did free-hand piddling
With fancy flirts and flits
Like "double dip" and "gimlet twist"
And all those latest hits.
        Piddle #10
And all the time this country dog
Did never wink or grin,
But piddled blithely out of town
As he had piddled in.
        The Puddle
The city dogs convention held
To ask, "What did defeat us?"
But no one ever put them wise
That Rex had diabetes.



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