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Ninety Four Point Six
by Patrick A Granfors → (All Poetry by Patrick A Granfors)
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That was Pete’s weight the morning he checked into this life’s final appointment. Funny, the odd things that stick in the mind. He was a big boy, a big sweet boy who would cower at the sight of a stray shopping cart that didn’t belong on the route of his morning walk. He had trust issues, most we conquered, not all. He’s gone just 3 days and I miss him dearly.

Who could have known just ten years back A gangly pup with no place to go We took a chance and brought him home With no idea how tall he’d grow He had a shiny coat as black as coal Big brown eyes that twinkled bright A sneaky smile that made me mad When caught with trash bags in the night He stole my socks and gnawed them through Huge mounds of fur this dog did shed He hogged the covers and pinned my knees His sprawling hulk took half the bed Ever polite he’d wait his turn When someone offered a doggie treat He could hear the fridge open a mile away When I scrounged around for a bite to eat He’d present his paw in search of pets And lay his head upon my lap And scratch about on his doggie bed Before circling around to take a nap The evenings are very quiet now I catch myself looking out the door Wondering when he’ll come bounding in And groan as he flops himself on the floor The hurt is less as each day passes A true r friend I will never meet I’ll rescue again when the time is right Oh God, how I miss my grand old Pete Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 11, 2010

So sorry, Bro! I know the feeling,and you describe it so well,,but it's true "time heals all things" or at least makes them easier to bear.

Love and tears,
Eileen

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on April 1, 2010

A wonderful tribute. I am sorry for your loss.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Heartshattering piece, Patrick; I, too, know the sting of death, of losing a furry friend or two. NOT fun! Know you are in my prayers!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

I feel your hurt, your heart, you are a mighty Mensch, (Angel)( real human being) this is a most wonderful tribute to your precious friend, and a most precious poem, I shall save it. God bless you, and may the pain be replaced, by the joys of all your caring.
Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Sorry about your Pete, a great tribute to a K9 friend and more so when you said "...I’ll rescue again when the time is right..." because it is more that I could do when I lost mine, I never had another one, that kind of pain I didn't want to have again.

Georg

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors

Petey was a special boy. Maybe we'll find another "runt" of the litter to rescue soon. We might be the right place for that 3-legged dog. Pete, for all his issues, had a mighty heart and a gentle spirit. I miss him too. e

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Paul Berube

A beautiful tribute to a beautiful friend, Patrick. Been there several times myself; I understand what you're feeling, my friend. Pete's at Rainbow Bridge waiting for you along with my dogs Kelly, Max and all the rest of God's wonderful friends.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 31, 2010

Oh Patrick, how you bring me to tears for the anguish and hurt you are feeling. This time of loss will pass, but it will take some time. If you are like me you can still feel his presence, think and call his name. My most recent baby left me in 2004 yet sometimes when I go to call one of my other pets I will mistakenly call out her name.

Years ago I had a German Shephard, his name was Bismark and I used to think we could read each others thoughts. He was a wonderful, gentle, giant and I worshipped him and took him everywhere. When the children began to come along he was right there as a protector. He layed by the carriage, slept by the nursery door, investigated anyone who came near. Nearly took up the whole bed and loved to lay on the sofa to have his belly rubbed. I always saw him as a gift from God. When he died I swore I would never have a dog again. He died in 1983 just before my youngest son was born. Two years ago (April, 2008) we opened our hearts and home to two beautiful little 5 1/2 week old female pups that now go everywhere and do everything with us,but it took all these years for me. I feel for you and understand. Pete was a magnificent member of your family and filled your heart with love and many memories, now he watches over you from heaven above...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I am sorry for your loss, Patrick. Your verses here stand as a fine tribute to Pete. Love and peace to you,

Regis