Bubba aka Dances With Cookies, a Weimaraner, was 14 months old when I rescued him in 1990. He had lived with wealthy people that didn't have time and had their housekeeper take care of him who was afraid of dogs. When I first saw him he was full grown but only weighed 58 pounds. You could see every bone in his body and he was scared to death of people. The breeder said she would give him to me for free because she couldn't get him to eat.
My heart sank when I first saw him. He was afraid of me! I couldn't believe it...dogs always loved me because they knew I loved them. I had to take him...he was the cousin of Duchess Ann...the dog I had just lost to the heavens. His name was Stoney at that time. So I wrote a poem and sang it to him all the time:
Boney Stoney had no home;
Boney Stoney was all alone.
Now he's Bubba with a big fat tummy;
with lots of love from his new found Mommy!
When I brought him home he ate two bowls of food, peed on the foot stool in the livingroom and he was HOME! Bubba gained weight and in no time at all weighed 100 pounds. We lived in Alexandria, Virginia for several years after that...then Seminole, Florida for 2 years.
Bubba's final home was back to Virginia in Annandale where he had a big yard to play in and 3 kitties that loved him. He found our little black kitty starving to death in our back yard. Amber camped there because there was a constant source of water from our pond and a fenced yard with a large dog to protect her. He had made friends with her. In time she learned to trust me too so I took her to the vet then home to the inside of the house where she lived out her days. Amber died a year later from old age and no doubt some terrible disease that was beyond control when we found her. Bubba passed away 3 months later in April 1999.
He was a sweet gentle dog that was very well behaved. I still cry when I talk about him and miss him very much even though we have a wonderful dog to fill the void.
I would like to share with all this lovely poem that a friend sent me after
Bubba passed:
A Poem For The Grieving...
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
-Anonymously Written-
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