Blackie
Here lies Blackie,
Chased a car,
Caught in the muffler,
Dragged through the tar,
Around the corner,
Across the track,
He might not be dead,
But he never came back.
But if he is, This I pray,
He's running through green fields, At play.
Chasing frisbees Eating Rump Roast round,
Up in Heaven, Not here in the cold, cold ground.
A Labrador Retriever, One of the best,
He saved a child, they put medals on his chest.
Beloved by all, Especially my niece,
WE LOVED YOU BLACKIE, REST IN PEACE!
Touche Turtle -- R.I.P.
When I was a small child, I was given a Desert Tortoise as a pet. I loved him dearly and named him Touche Turtle after the famous Hanna-Barbera cartoon character. One day, I was shocked to find that Touche had dug himself into a burrow and had died. I was heartbroken, and was afraid to touch him for a couple of days, but I decided I had better be brave and give him a decent Christian burial. I put him in a cardboard box, dug a deep hole in the back yard and laid him to rest with a few improvised words and a bier of flowers from the garden. As time went by, I adjusted to the loss of my cherished pet, until several years later, when I discovered to my horror that Desert Tortoises hibernate through the Winter. I'm sorry Touche...where ever you are! Please forgive me!