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Gentle Giant Sadness now, we cry, we weep. Our gentle giant's gone to sleep. In the silence, we yet hear his sound, his feet still lumbering along the ground. He made all welcome, no growl, no bark, except when he was startled, or after dark. He asked for very little, but gave his all, right to the end, to that final call. When time comes for to take that final ride, that dreaded journey to the other side. Our journey there will bear no strife, for we know he's waiting, as he was in life. George William Savage 11 April 2008 |
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I wrote this for a close friend's dog 'Bacs' who got so old and ill that he had to be put to sleep. He had a charmed life. His mother lay on him and suffocated him when he was born, and he had to be resuscitated. he was the runt of the litter and grew to be the biggest of them all. The vet gave him a maximum of 6 months to live. He was 14 years old when he left us, and outlived his whole family. He was a dopey old thing and we all loved him very much.
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