Our Beloved Boy, by PJ 261114

Am/Can Ch Duluta Fist Full of Dollars ROM CD TDI CGC
August 20, 1991- November 12, 2006

He left his footprints everywhere,
Running with the rest.
But the ones he left upon our hearts,
Are the ones we'll remember best.

A grand old man with heart of gold,
He's gone to from whence he came,
And reached the Rainbow Bridge at last,
No longer old or lame.

We'll miss you, Chase, our Grand Old Man.
And your family mourns for you,
Though you're only out of sight,
In a Land beyond the Blue.

You've joined the ones that went before.
Too many names to call,
But Chandra and Mandy wait,
With joy beyond the pall.

Old Man, your family misses you,
And tears upon tears will fall,
While you, above, will guard the Bridge,
Until you hear their call.

"Thank you for this last eight years.
"And for loving me the best.
"I would not have tarried here so long,
"Had you not shared my 'rest'"

"My happiness was all a gift from you.
"You cared so much for me.
"I felt your love with every touch,
"And then you set me free."

"You'll hear my softened bark again,
"I'll not be far away,"
"You'll feel me brush against your leg,
"I'll be there when you pray".

"When you feel the wind upon your face,
"Or the sound of falling rain,
"Even in smell of puppy breath,
"I'll be there the same."

"I have to leave you now,
"For others call to me,
"I'll wait for you beside the Bridge,
"For now your Chase runs free."
Copyright: PJ 261114

Footnote: For the ladies who have the honor of a Chase girl or boy and have become champions like Duluta Fist Full of Dollars, there is both pride and a sadness when the father of so many passed over Rainbow Bridge.

For the men and ladies too for that matter, there is something about this gentleman I wish to share.  When he came into our home, men were to be avoided, I was no exception, for two days.  We became friends, companions, patriots, who rose up upon occasion to just romp and play, yet returned to our gentlemen like ways when duty called.

My favorite picture of Chase is playing, atop this poem written by PJ, a dear friend whom my wife and I have met.  Chase followed me, not for treats, but as a friend.  He would always jump up on the sofa where I watched television, then when he could not jump, I gently picked him up, placed my arms around his soft body close to my tummy.  Most of the time we would fall asleep together.  I miss my dear friend so very much. I am comforted by his kindness toward me.

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