In Memory of Dirty Dingus McGee
1995 - March 18, 2008
A Place For Us
To my Dinny. My Sweetness. My little love.
I Loved You Best
By Jim Willis
TAKE JOY IN.....OLD DOGS
White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.
Old Dogs, their sweet Bedda bellies hang over crossed legs as they fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out racing their shadows down long, shady lanes.
Once they danced by your side.
Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.
Don't go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears.
And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you.
Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the invisible wings they are growing that will soon take them to a place where once they are warriors of speed drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows.
A place where they will now wait for you to catch up.
Poem by Donna Swajeski
A TRIBUTE TO...OLD DOGS (scroll down)