Hunter

February 19, 1995 - May 12, 2004

Closer then you think

We're closer than you think, you and me.
That which refused to be bred out of you, The centuries bred into me.
The spirit of the hunt is a bond that holds us fast.
Something that stirs deep within us,
From a shared primordial past.

Our ancestors refined the skills simply to survive.
My relentless your nose, your dead-shot eye; The surge of adrenaline that makes us so alive.
Oh, we've put in the time, that much is sure.
From my youth to adulthood we wondered together on Mother Earth's lush floor.

Looking back on it now, your every word rings true, The spirit of the hunt is in our blood.
It's what we were born to do.

And though I'm no longer hunting at your side, I ask that you do not grieve to deeply...My partner in which I took such pride.

I apologize for the heavy heart my friend, But we've known all along,
The time of dogs and men does end.

Together we've seen it all...
And while this cast seems far too long.
I forever heed your call.
Now take heart this absence is purely temporary...
For we'll be teamed again,
In the endless field where I now run as free.

Oh, we're closer than you think, you and me.
For I know I won't be forgotten, any more than you could ever be.

Scout or Patootis

2-03-98 - 1-26-08

RIP my best friend

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love , his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true to the last beat of his heart.

"Scout's love was true right from the start. Through good times and bad, like sharing one heart."