ejano Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 He was a gash and faithfu’ tyke As ever lapt a sheugh or dyke. His honest, sawnsie, bawsint face Aye gat him friends in ilka place. His breast was white, his towsie back Weel clad wi’ coat o’ glossy black. His gawcie tail, wi’ upward curl, Hung ower his hurdies wi’ a swurl. ROBERT BURNS. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BustopherJones Posted December 17, 2009 Report Share Posted December 17, 2009 waranta putiya nayri nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara And their absence saddens us But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them. Scotty waits at the Bridge; the day will come when you are reunited... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ejano Posted February 16, 2010 Author Report Share Posted February 16, 2010 He was a gash and faithfu’ tykeAs ever lapt a sheugh or dyke. His honest, sawnsie, bawsint face Aye gat him friends in ilka place. His breast was white, his towsie back Weel clad wi’ coat o’ glossy black. His gawcie tail, wi’ upward curl, Hung ower his hurdies wi’ a swurl. ROBERT BURNS. I posted this poem back in December when I ran across it because it described my Scotty Bear so vividly and I didn't want to lose it. Tomorrow, is the anniversary of his death, and the pain of that awful day is still in my heart and glimpses of Scotty still linger in the corner of my eye. He was a very good dog, if a little impatient about having his picture taken though he was quite helpful in planning my niece's wedding! Thank you Bustopher for your kind words. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BustopherJones Posted February 16, 2010 Report Share Posted February 16, 2010 THE LITTLE DOG ANGEL High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog-angel waits. With the other dogs he will not play, But he sits alone at the Gates. "For I know my master will come," says he "And when he comes, he will call for me." He sees the spirits that pass him by As they hasten towards the throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gate alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That someday my Master will come," says he. And his Master far down on the earth below, As he sits in his easy chair Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low For the dog that is not there; And the little dog-angel cocks his ears And dreams that his Master's call he hears. And I know when at length his Master waits Outside in the dark and cold For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to the Courts of Gold, The little dog-angel's eager bark Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark. ~ Norah M. Holland, c.1870 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IPSY Posted February 17, 2010 Report Share Posted February 17, 2010 He was a awesome looking dog . Im so sorry for your loss , Liz. But its nice to have such wonderful memories of him that you can think back on. Celebrate the time and memories you had with Scotty. Scotty and many others are waiting patiently at the bridge for us ...This gives me comfort to know we will see our cherished ones again , in Time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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