Death of a dog

[DuluthMedic]

I good friend of mine just had to put his "best friend" down the other day. He was an old lab and one of the best hunting/companions I've ever seen. My buddy is having a hard time with it, which I understand. I was watching bird hunting on tv, unsure of the show. Anyways it was a hunting resort and they had lost many dogs over the years. They had some really nice graves for the dogs. On one of the favorite hunting dogs grave there was an engraving of a (as i would call it) a "loss of a hunting dog poem." Well I'm looking for the poem and hope to get it engraved for him. I figured I'd start the search here. Thanks everyone!

[Sifty]

Thats very nice of you. We had to put our Golden of 14 years down on Sat.

It has been a hrad week for my family.

I wish you the best of luck with the show you are looking for.

Sifty

[JayinMN]

Is it one of these?

Quote:

The Hunting Dog Poem:

He could care less

about a wandering cat.

His instincts are as

sharp as tack.

No bird

gets past his nose.

Through weeds, trees and brambles,

he proudly goes.

In freezing cold water

he will jump

just to retrieve

a duck.

When the shot gun blasts,

he doesn't flinch.

He moves quickly,

gathering game like a present.

Quote:

My old bird dog

It's the first day of season,

He knows it for many reasons.

Up before first light,

He always begins to excite,

looking for clues,

he carefully studies what I do.

Is this a false alarm? He watches my pick,

YES! It's the thunder stick!

Another year gone by,

he anxiously begins to cry.

A new year and the first day,

many birds to find, we pray.

I see his face so well,

as headlights reflect a guard rail.

In the truck while its dark,

I glance at his face, so gray mark'd.

His eyes wide,

fill'd with pride,

my old huntin' buddy by my side.

Ridin' with his master,

'can we get there any faster?'

Down the road we go,

memories, they begin to flow.

Cherishing hunts of the past,

thoughts of great times, forever last.

My buddy is old and his days are few,

my eyes water as I don't know what to do,

without my buddy, so loyal and true.

Though his body tires easily from years,

we will hunt with joy and shed no tears.

We hunt as one,

'til life says, 'you're done'!

I'd like to think that the man upstairs,

has a bird huntin' place, the answer to our prayers...

There we hunt in perfect autumn weather,

so many birds, still together.

Author, Dave Jones, inspired by a seasons first hunt and my old dog 'Chief'.

Quote:

I wonder where dogs go when they die.

Do they find a kennel up in the sky

A place where they can rest

After living on earth and giving there best.

I lost my dog a dear old friend

Willing and able to the end

A good companion trusty and true

Oh..Old friend I do miss you.

When out shooting pheasant or hare

If I looked round your always there

To do my birding so willing and able

We always took something back to the table

When I worked in the garden mowing or weeding

Your eyes full of begging and pleading

To go for a walk by the river

At the sound of my voice your body would quiver

No more can I look in your faithful old eyes

But perhaps if I look in the grey winter skies

Memories will come of the day that I treasure

Of days spent together when you gave so much pleasure.

[RumRiverRat]

Rainbow bridge?

Quote:

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...