Our beautiful girl
|1997 - 5th July 2011|
|Nicknames:||Grubby; aka Dirt Bag|
all toys would be destroyed, sooner or later, but she had a lovely time
independent, intelligent, inquisitive, inspiring
We knew the end was coming
But it was impossible to prepare
For life’s most difficult goodbye.
You made us laugh
You kept us on our toes
Just one of those great dogs, as the story goes.
You were always our good girl
You excelled at obedience and agility classes
We just won’t mention the window-sill, or the hand brake, or Kim’s sun glasses.
The beach was your favourite place
And it was here that you came alive
Over the waves you would follow the ball, not afraid to dive.
We joked that if there was an Olympic sport for sleeping
You would captain the team
You took it so seriously; on and on how you would dream.
To write a poem about you
Without mentioning cats
Would be to do your devotion a disservice, so here it is.. cats.
We thought you would get old and cranky
But you proved us wrong
Instead you remained playful and puppy-like all along.
Life was never the same for you
When you lost your best friend Beau
We too shared your loss, the depth of which we will never know.
You will remain in our hearts forever
For that you can be sure
Our very own “Grubby” will be a dirt bag no more.