Buster
Buster
I remember feeling
your paws tackling my legs
as I walked through the house.
Size, for some reason,
didn't matter in your playful world.
It was as if I were a giant
that deserved to be felled
as I grabbed milk from
the fridge, or sorted through
mail on my way to the living room.
I also recall your gentle nature,
the way you'd stay completely still
when I held you with one hand
while opening the front door,
or the way you'd curl in my lap
as I typed on the computer.
It's these pictures of your
short life I choose to hold.
Not how we found you
on the street...where your
playful childhood came to an end.
This giant will miss your brave tackles.
Buster (c) 2010 by Vincent Lowry
I remember feeling
your paws tackling my legs
as I walked through the house.
Size, for some reason,
didn't matter in your playful world.
It was as if I were a giant
that deserved to be felled
as I grabbed milk from
the fridge, or sorted through
mail on my way to the living room.
I also recall your gentle nature,
the way you'd stay completely still
when I held you with one hand
while opening the front door,
or the way you'd curl in my lap
as I typed on the computer.
It's these pictures of your
short life I choose to hold.
Not how we found you
on the street...where your
playful childhood came to an end.
This giant will miss your brave tackles.
Buster (c) 2010 by Vincent Lowry
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Thank you, Cecilia. :)The worst part about having pets is knowing that they will usually go before you.
For Buster, his life was barely 9 months.
I'm very sorry for your loss, Vince. Sounds like Buster was a good dog(?) and you really loved him even though you didn't have much time together. It doesn't matter what type of animal your pet friend is...they give you unconditional love, laughter & are the best of companions.I'm partial to cats/kittens and my best kitty-friend, Joyce, died in Oct. 2006. I'm guessing she must have been 18+ people-yrs. old but didn't look or act like it until very late in the night before she passed on. I had to take a day off work to try and pull myself together. Joyce was so cool and sweet & was a stray like all my cats. I currently have 3. Joyce even knew how to use the people-toilet. Really(!), except for flushing...:> Well...that is until I switched the seat from the foam-padded kind to a hard wooden seat. I've no idea of the incident occuring which changed her mind about continuously employing that talent other then wooden seats are definitely more slippery than padded toilet seats...:>
With strays one never really knows how old they are except for Buddy...my all black cat with one fingertip-sized spot on his chest. He's the only kitten I've ever had since he was 5 wks. old (the vet guessed) & not yet weaned. I can't imagine the cruelty abiding in some people. Poor Buddy was found by the sanitation workers in a box someone tossed in a huge public garbage bin! It's kind of funny though...Buddy still likes hiding in boxes, sacks, anything that is just Buddy-sized. He can hide & take a snooze or watch for an unsuspecting victim to spring out & attack...:>
If only our pets could outlive us...just like others in our lives that we love.
Well, so much for my super major yammering...sorry! Your poem is what counts...not all my dribble.
Take care, Vince, and you have all my sympathy. Your poem truly conveys to all what your heart is feeling.
--Cecilia
Omg...i'm so sorry Vincent!!! it is so sad to lose a pet. They have such a great impact on people's lives. This is a beautiful poem. R.I.P. Buster
Thank you very much Cecilia--your words and thoughts are extremely kind.And thank you, Tiffany-Jade. I was missing Buster again today. :(
-Vince
What a wonderful tribute to your beloved friend Vincent! I am sorry for your loss but hope you will be comforted by your memories.
Vince, you have an artistic flair when it comes to writing poetry...no doubt about it.
--Cecilia