I just would like to say the love I felt and still feel
for my little princess is the purest form of love I've ever felt. I hope
that others will identify with and appreciate the following two poems written
in her honor, the first by me and the next by my mother. Pixey touched
everyone who ever had the pleasure of her sweet company. Thank you for
the opportunity to share with other owners who've suffered the painful
loss of a cherished pet and loved one. My heart goes out to all of you.
Ten Years
Ten Years or so ago is when your angelic light first shown
When you flooded my heart with joy, when I first began to know
You then began to grow
You grew and brought delight to all of us, young & old
You were such a faithful little one
Though sometimes very bold
Remember how you'd guilt me as I left for work each morning
Or how you'd dig through the trash should I dare leave you without warning
Remember how you'd spring to life at night when I arrived home
And how you'd leap 3 feet into the air to beg for a wiener or a bone
Remember how you'd tell me each morning you were ready for your Pedigree
Or how each year we awaited our first hard freeze to rid you of all your
fleas
Remember your solo routine, you know, chasing your tail & combing your
ears
Or how you loved to go to Roff, anytime of any year
Do you remember, my love, how you always knew I was about to cry
Do you know how much you comforted me when Grandpa died
How you'd paw at my sleeve and climb into my lap and look into my tearful
eye
Or how you lay near me for days after my surgery, never once leaving my
side
I always knew that though you could not speak, you could comprehend
Though you could not cry with me, you did understand
The last weeks of your precious little life, I know, took everything you
had
You fought your cancer with gallant efforts and I'm so glad
That I had the last two years with you to fully appreciate all ten
And that I was able to return the unconditional act of love by giving you
your
life again
Please know that I'll always look for your sweet face at night waiting
for me
by the door
And that I'll always see your scraps of bone scattered all over the floor
You'll always be in the bed lying so very close to me
But now, my love, you shall run and play forever in Roff and in my heart
Buried beneath Grandpa's tree
Pixey Dog, you were truly my little Princess--
Pixey 10/31/87 - 11/15/97 All My Love, Carole
Ode to Pixey
Our delightful little girl once without a care
With your silky ears flying in the clean, country air
As you ran joyfully across the grass so green
And played with Rambo and Booger underneath the trees
You guarded and protected us from all those mean old bulls
You chased them 'till you scattered them like a frightened flock of gulls
And then you rested quietly in the cooling evening shade
And dreamed of all the kitty cats you'd chase tomorrow's day
I heard once of your chasing the ducks at Wintersmith Park
Into the cold water you jumped, it must have given a start
Once back on shore you gave a great shake
And ridded yourself gladly the effects of the lake
Your master just stood there in great disbelief
Shaking her head, and feeling such relief
As that shake traveled from your head to your tail
Carole had to wonder, "Where did I fail?"
When the time came for a visit to Roff and we expected your arrival soon
We knew our Carole was here when you bounded into the room
You always preceded her entry with abundant time to spare
Then ran back to get Carole and make sure SHE was still there
At the mention of a wiener you could jump a mile high
We marveled at your energy. We'd look at you and sigh
You loved to be all pretty with your ears bedecked with bows
Pretty as a picture from your head to your painted toes
When we found your days were numbered
It was heard with heavy heart
We appreciated you more each day
And dreaded the final part
We hoped against all odds that you'd surely be OK
But watched the brute attack you and grow uglier with each day
You bounced back repeatedly from the skillful surgeons' knife
'Till finally you had no strength left from all this horrid strife
Now precious little one, your spirit is OH SO free
To run and play in joy and lie 'neath my father's tree
We're grateful--so grateful for all the time we've shared
And know you had no doubts at all how very much we cared
We'll miss your bright eyes with all their understanding
Comprehending most everything, not at all demanding
Beautiful little one you were adored by us all
And now your lovely memories we will often recall
Carolyn Rauch
November 16, 1997