January 7th 2012 1:45 pm
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I died in October. I lived for 14 years, 5 months and 10 days. Except for my first few weeks, I spent my life with Sue and George. I never knew hunger or thirst. I believed that all humans were good and wanted to share their sandwiches with me. I was a gift from George to Sue. I was Sue's treasure and she often called me her "Precious" and "Most Beloved". I am missed but I am in a special place.
I'm waiting for George and Sue at Fiddler's Green. This is the place where all soldier's go to rest until the end of time. I get to go there because both George and Sue have earned their places there:
Poem: "Fiddler's Green"
A Soldier for all of those who serve
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead veterans camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
Their faithful pets and partners wait
In this eternal place
In an air of cool green trees and rest
That's known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Enemies of freedom
Accompanied by Civilian slugs,
The lazy, selfish, mean
They who never gave a thought
To Liberty's bloody tree
And so their souls march straight to Hell,
Passing by the meadow clean,
For none but the shades of Service folk
May rest at Fiddlers' Green.
The Damned shuffle past on the curving trail
To seek a warmer scene.
But no service member gets to Hell
Their thirst becomes too keen
They find they must turn back again
Ere they've emptied their canteen;
They quench their thirst, a drink with friends
In the shade at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when death does take us down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or bullet stops our courageous hearts,
Or bomb does kill us clean,
Or when the memories come back full,
And comrades fill the scene
Your faithful friends will be by your side
When you slip beneath life's dream
The path to hell can't take you down
Just empty your canteen,
Your friends are waiting your arrival
In the shade of Fiddlers' Green.
May 20th 2011 8:36 am
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At 14 I'm going pretty strong but I'm slowing down. Today I went on a walk early in the morning with George and Sue and my brothers Doc and Monty. We can't go far anymore. I've caught Sue sneaking out for the early morning walk with the boys. Sometimes I just don't feel like going so I let her think I'm still asleep. It gives me an excuse to bark at the door when she comes home.
I'm getting pickier with food, my eyesite is fading, and I'm more possesive of Sue but I'm banking of surpassing Rosie who took the rainbow bridge 5 years ago at the age of 15.5! Not bad for a GSD. But I'm the Grand Dam now and always have my way. Life is just wonderful.
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