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    dots Submission Name: Trooper; my Best Frienddots
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    Author: uncreaTED
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    Description:
       This write is for and about my old pal, almost a son. Trooper was more than a dog. We shared nearly 15 years; a lot of places and times. This is a long memoir; so give it a pass if you're not up to the task.

    Should you have something to add, please do; but don't trouble yourself wasting time on analysis. This is likely more prose than verse. Structure, format, grammar, voice, rhyme, rhythm, meter and flow . . . I've no interest in whatsoever.

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    dotsTrooper; my Best Frienddots
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    Trooper; my Best Friend

           [I]

    On first sight, so appalling,
    as the drunken warrior stuffed
    balls of shivering fluff
    into a weight sack.

    Could only save one, you were chosen.
    Blue eyes barely open,
    whimpering louder than the rest,
    for a bitch that would never answer.

    Bottle rejected; started on solids
    before you could walk.
    From teat to raw burger
    in one cycle of the moon.

    Independently fierce breed to survive.
    Part German Shepherd; all Wolf.
    Believing you could fend
    with milk teeth and feeble growl.

    Your first timid steps hilarious,
    chanter to the left; 1, 2, 3 . . . fall.
    Righted again; stagger to the right;
    1, 2, 3 . . . fall, all over again!

           [II]

    Your rapid progress, pup
    to alpha stud, phenomenal,
    in just one cycle of the Sun.
    Fear and revered by all.

    So many things shared
    as companions and friends
    Nurturing you; defending me
    on our nocturnal alpine walks.

    Teaching control and obedience,
    trying to suppress urges to kill,
    only exceptions protection and loyalty.
    Mink, skunk, bears . . . nothing you feared.

    Our highs and lows,
    all memories cherished.
    Downing the Parkland horse,
    definitely a setback . . .

    Another their retaliation,
    shooting you eleven times.
    Shredding shoulder and neck,
    then crawling home to be forgiven.

           [III]

    Never forget the house you destroyed,
    tearing it apart in an effort to escape,
    'cause some stranger unawares,
    locked you indoors alone.

    Once staking a claim,
    no one dare intrude
    or make an approach on
    anything you considered ours.

    Riding shotgun when'er
    we ventured out together.
    Then falling asleep only if
    the engine quieted and stopped.

    Once showing the power
    hidden in those ruthless teeth,
    when foolish I ventured,
    between your ration and jaw.
    Learned together, mutual respect.
    Using only acquired telepathy,
    we communicated by speaking
    with silent eyes flashes.

    Muzzles and chains
    were useless to restrain,
    only obedience and love
    could hold you in place.

    Often we traveled by plane,
    your fares eclipsing mine,
    as did your meal tags
    and the attention received.

           [IV]

    Pre-dawn paddle to elude you,
    searched and found me;
    thinking it was a stalking bear,
    the canoe almost capsized.

    Many an evening you sat,
    uninvited, aboard my lap.
    We rocked to megawatt
    tunes, we both favored.

    On Winter nights,
    my feet never froze.
    With 30 keys of fur,
    snoring on my toes.

    Forced to give you up,
    only to find you abandoned,
    a shivering mound of snow.
    A blessing to save you yet again.

    Surrounding those Gate Nighters.
    You proved your true worth,
    even the men in blue,
    gave you a wide berth.

           [V]

    Felling an aspen like a beaver,
    'cause I'd tied to tree,
    just so you could join me;
    oh, what a silly boy you were!

    Damn poachers snare wire so tight,
    forced to slash a shank to gouge access
    for my bloody snips: Thank the Lord,
    'twas only a foreleg and not your throat.

    Dozens of stitches, Vet bills and meds,
    you were a costly toy, my precious boy.
    But all those sacrifices and costs,
    never half equaled yours.

    Built a cage to protect other wildlife
    from your wraith; but again outwitted,
    'cause you enticed your guests in,
    like the spider did the fly.

    Lined up your trophies
    to prove innate hunter skills.
    With pride; wagging mischievously
    to announce your cleverness.

           [VI]

    Living far beyond your time,
    you cheated the reaper,
    more than a dozen times.
    Like a cat with endless lives.

    Wizards with steroids
    returned you to youth,
    only to have everything fail
    in one wag of the tail.

    The memory crushes me,
    finding you laying there still,
    face down and helpless,
    in your dish of gruel.

    You passed slowly in my arms;
    by far, my worst Yule Time ever.
    Our last ride, through blizzard and tears,
    to a crematorium; at least you were warm.

    You were a survivor,
    with the heart of a lion.
    Your will for self-preservation
    only time could defeat.

    Now you're only an urn of ashes,
    and a soap stone likeness.
    Your essence I'll carry 'til we're united,
    in a happier hunting ground, my dear friend.




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      Lovely story, my friend. May your K9 mate rest in glory, for now. Your talent (skill?) of poetry with rhyme being 2ndary is well-pronounced.

    I'm interested to know what you think of my latest item The Progress Express if you get time.
    | Posted on 2005-09-10 00:00:00 | by Catalist | [ Reply to This ]
      Your poem has brought me to tears, remembering my own dog, Lanzar, who died last November, in my arms. I felt as though I had lost a child when he went, and I have never truly gotten over it. The love and respect that we share with our dogs is not even something that words can express. It's strictly a heart to heart relationship. Trust, honor, loyalty, friendship, companionship and never ending love are only a few of the things I am speaking of. Even though I am crying now, remembering him, I thank you for reminding me of the good times too, that I shared with that most loved dog. This must be saved as a fav, as I will read this over and over, in Lanzar's memory as well as your beloved dog's...cher
    | Posted on 2005-09-10 00:00:00 | by Inducted_Kitty | [ Reply to This ]
      Awww! Ted this is wonderful! A lovely tribute to a wonderful animal! I love dogs! I had 2 dogs and to me they were like my children too! They are so loving, unconditional, and never talk back to ya. Always excited to see you and always there for you! I treated them like they were my kids and part of the family. They were spoiled rotten and I loved them dearly. Absolutely devestated when I had to put them down from old age. One was 17 when he couldnt get up off the floor anymore and it broke my heart like my child was dying! My other friend was younger so she was around for another 6 years and then the same thing with her when she was 16. I loved them both dearly, we did so much together. I dont know if I want another dog. The loss to me is so great I am afraid to go through that again. They just dont live long enough and it is so unfair. You have written a wonderful tribute here and brought a smile to my face by bringing some memories of mine to the surface. Mine are both in urns in my home too! Thanks for sharing this! Take care!

    Lorna
    You changed your name? I didnt know this was you for a while!
    | Posted on 2005-09-10 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]


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