Old Dogs Do Not Die
We have a secret you and I
That no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.
~Author Unknown
Ingo (Ingo von der Landahaus, CD, TDX) - April 1990 - Feb. 2000.
Full of enthusiasm; a passionate soul...
Buckwheat - April 1985 - Mar.
1999.
My snugglepuss. He loved his dogs, and had a passion for red squirrels...
Jalk (Jalk von der Landahaus, CD, TD,
CGC) - Oct. 1990 - Jan. 1999.
Our perpetual puppy, the innocent one...
Kelly (Amber Kelly Leapchew, CD) May
1987 - July 1994.
Loyal companion; my first dog...
Fearless
(Barry vom Haus Schorn) Dec. 1982 - Oct. 1989.
Stephen's dog through and
through...
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