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
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."