Obituary for My Beagle
My Buddy-Boo Brown, was euthanized
Nine three thirteen morn at age thirteen
A failed hunting dog, he was starving
And left abandoned in icy fields
Who knows what signals he knew, not us
Nor how those sad scars he'd acquired
Loud noises scared him, and all else too
It took me a month to soothe his fears
Enough that he'd live inside our house
So starved was Buddy, food came back up
Cottage cheese and rice was his diet
Fed by the spoonful every two hours
Until he could hold his food again
It took much longer for treats by hand
He'd back away expecting a blow
A beagle too tall for the show ring
Too scared for the fields, fur like satin
To run was his joy, lost his way home
So outside the house wore a lead line
He chose to be near where ever I was
Was afraid to be outside alone
During nightly sojourns in our yard
His nose to the ground sniffing rabbits
When he was supposed to be peeing
But he never left a mess indoors
He rarely gave tongue, we didn't care
He barked with wild joy when we came home
He watched the t-v on cold evenings
Snuggled into the chair with my man
He slept by my feet each and all nights
Always slurped my nose as I leashed him
He loved the ladies, humans and dogs
His only aggressive notion was
To challenge Great Danes and other males
He never believed he'd been neutered
A healthy beagle eats 'til he'd drop
Bud ate less and less these last four weeks
Our vet couldn't find what distressed him
Some days ago he refused all foods
Cottage cheese and rice couldn't help him
Took no water except by syringe
Yesterday he couldn't stand up
Lost deep black bowels in his basket
Carried to the car softly wrapped
He went to the vet one last time
I stroked his fur and kissed his head
I told him what a good boy he was
And murmured how deeply I loved him
The first shot eased him, no pain, no fear
His gentle heart stopped with the next one
There were death gasps after his heart stopped
He stayed with the vet for cremation
They made a plaster print of his paw
His dish sits empty in the kitchen
His leash on a hook right by the door
We washed his blankets black blood now gone
His basket will go in the attic
I'll pack all away some braver day
When the corner stops looking vacant
Buddy-Boo Brown is sadly survived
By his two broken-hearted humans
And his life-long beagle friend Mollie
She sniffs his scent throughout the yard
Bewildered she cries near the back door
Expects return of her oldest friend
But he's gone he can come home no more
In lieu of flowers the family asks
Donations be made for starving dogs
Who, like our Buddy, might have died young
But lived to give joy for all his long days
Copyright by Tina M Brown
September 4, 2013
Writers write and I needed to expend some of my grief for a dog I'll mourn more deeply than most of the humans of my acquaintance.
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19 MAY 2016: I am amazed and very grateful to each person who has left a token for my darling beagle boy. I thank you from deep in my heart. -CarmasKid
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13 March 2021: Again, I can't believe how many people are led here by their pets to visit my Buddy-Boo. He was a good boy, always. Mollie joined him at the Rainbow Bridge in November 2016. I'm sure they are happy to be back together.
We have another dog, now. She's a boxer-shepherd mix whom we rescued at the Michigan Humane Society. She has great manners , and knows more commands than we've ever had in a dog. I swear she speaks English but doesn't have the vocal chords, but, she's not my Buddy. I will always love and miss him, so I thank each and every visitor who has come to spend a minute or two with us.
My Buddy-Boo Brown, was euthanized
Nine three thirteen morn at age thirteen
A failed hunting dog, he was starving
And left abandoned in icy fields
Who knows what signals he knew, not us
Nor how those sad scars he'd acquired
Loud noises scared him, and all else too
It took me a month to soothe his fears
Enough that he'd live inside our house
So starved was Buddy, food came back up
Cottage cheese and rice was his diet
Fed by the spoonful every two hours
Until he could hold his food again
It took much longer for treats by hand
He'd back away expecting a blow
A beagle too tall for the show ring
Too scared for the fields, fur like satin
To run was his joy, lost his way home
So outside the house wore a lead line
He chose to be near where ever I was
Was afraid to be outside alone
During nightly sojourns in our yard
His nose to the ground sniffing rabbits
When he was supposed to be peeing
But he never left a mess indoors
He rarely gave tongue, we didn't care
He barked with wild joy when we came home
He watched the t-v on cold evenings
Snuggled into the chair with my man
He slept by my feet each and all nights
Always slurped my nose as I leashed him
He loved the ladies, humans and dogs
His only aggressive notion was
To challenge Great Danes and other males
He never believed he'd been neutered
A healthy beagle eats 'til he'd drop
Bud ate less and less these last four weeks
Our vet couldn't find what distressed him
Some days ago he refused all foods
Cottage cheese and rice couldn't help him
Took no water except by syringe
Yesterday he couldn't stand up
Lost deep black bowels in his basket
Carried to the car softly wrapped
He went to the vet one last time
I stroked his fur and kissed his head
I told him what a good boy he was
And murmured how deeply I loved him
The first shot eased him, no pain, no fear
His gentle heart stopped with the next one
There were death gasps after his heart stopped
He stayed with the vet for cremation
They made a plaster print of his paw
His dish sits empty in the kitchen
His leash on a hook right by the door
We washed his blankets black blood now gone
His basket will go in the attic
I'll pack all away some braver day
When the corner stops looking vacant
Buddy-Boo Brown is sadly survived
By his two broken-hearted humans
And his life-long beagle friend Mollie
She sniffs his scent throughout the yard
Bewildered she cries near the back door
Expects return of her oldest friend
But he's gone he can come home no more
In lieu of flowers the family asks
Donations be made for starving dogs
Who, like our Buddy, might have died young
But lived to give joy for all his long days
Copyright by Tina M Brown
September 4, 2013
Writers write and I needed to expend some of my grief for a dog I'll mourn more deeply than most of the humans of my acquaintance.
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19 MAY 2016: I am amazed and very grateful to each person who has left a token for my darling beagle boy. I thank you from deep in my heart. -CarmasKid
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13 March 2021: Again, I can't believe how many people are led here by their pets to visit my Buddy-Boo. He was a good boy, always. Mollie joined him at the Rainbow Bridge in November 2016. I'm sure they are happy to be back together.
We have another dog, now. She's a boxer-shepherd mix whom we rescued at the Michigan Humane Society. She has great manners , and knows more commands than we've ever had in a dog. I swear she speaks English but doesn't have the vocal chords, but, she's not my Buddy. I will always love and miss him, so I thank each and every visitor who has come to spend a minute or two with us.
Obituary for My Beagle
My Buddy-Boo Brown, was euthanized
Nine three thirteen morn at age thirteen
A failed hunting dog, he was starving
And left abandoned in icy fields
Who knows what signals he knew, not us
Nor how those sad scars he'd acquired
Loud noises scared him, and all else too
It took me a month to soothe his fears
Enough that he'd live inside our house
So starved was Buddy, food came back up
Cottage cheese and rice was his diet
Fed by the spoonful every two hours
Until he could hold his food again
It took much longer for treats by hand
He'd back away expecting a blow
A beagle too tall for the show ring
Too scared for the fields, fur like satin
To run was his joy, lost his way home
So outside the house wore a lead line
He chose to be near where ever I was
Was afraid to be outside alone
During nightly sojourns in our yard
His nose to the ground sniffing rabbits
When he was supposed to be peeing
But he never left a mess indoors
He rarely gave tongue, we didn't care
He barked with wild joy when we came home
He watched the t-v on cold evenings
Snuggled into the chair with my man
He slept by my feet each and all nights
Always slurped my nose as I leashed him
He loved the ladies, humans and dogs
His only aggressive notion was
To challenge Great Danes and other males
He never believed he'd been neutered
A healthy beagle eats 'til he'd drop
Bud ate less and less these last four weeks
Our vet couldn't find what distressed him
Some days ago he refused all foods
Cottage cheese and rice couldn't help him
Took no water except by syringe
Yesterday he couldn't stand up
Lost deep black bowels in his basket
Carried to the car softly wrapped
He went to the vet one last time
I stroked his fur and kissed his head
I told him what a good boy he was
And murmured how deeply I loved him
The first shot eased him, no pain, no fear
His gentle heart stopped with the next one
There were death gasps after his heart stopped
He stayed with the vet for cremation
They made a plaster print of his paw
His dish sits empty in the kitchen
His leash on a hook right by the door
We washed his blankets black blood now gone
His basket will go in the attic
I'll pack all away some braver day
When the corner stops looking vacant
Buddy-Boo Brown is sadly survived
By his two broken-hearted humans
And his life-long beagle friend Mollie
She sniffs his scent throughout the yard
Bewildered she cries near the back door
Expects return of her oldest friend
But he's gone he can come home no more
In lieu of flowers the family asks
Donations be made for starving dogs
Who, like our Buddy, might have died young
But lived to give joy for all his long days
Copyright by Tina M Brown
September 4, 2013
Writers write and I needed to expend some of my grief for a dog I'll mourn more deeply than most of the humans of my acquaintance.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
19 MAY 2016: I am amazed and very grateful to each person who has left a token for my darling beagle boy. I thank you from deep in my heart. -CarmasKid
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
13 March 2021: Again, I can't believe how many people are led here by their pets to visit my Buddy-Boo. He was a good boy, always. Mollie joined him at the Rainbow Bridge in November 2016. I'm sure they are happy to be back together.
We have another dog, now. She's a boxer-shepherd mix whom we rescued at the Michigan Humane Society. She has great manners , and knows more commands than we've ever had in a dog. I swear she speaks English but doesn't have the vocal chords, but, she's not my Buddy. I will always love and miss him, so I thank each and every visitor who has come to spend a minute or two with us.
My Buddy-Boo Brown, was euthanized
Nine three thirteen morn at age thirteen
A failed hunting dog, he was starving
And left abandoned in icy fields
Who knows what signals he knew, not us
Nor how those sad scars he'd acquired
Loud noises scared him, and all else too
It took me a month to soothe his fears
Enough that he'd live inside our house
So starved was Buddy, food came back up
Cottage cheese and rice was his diet
Fed by the spoonful every two hours
Until he could hold his food again
It took much longer for treats by hand
He'd back away expecting a blow
A beagle too tall for the show ring
Too scared for the fields, fur like satin
To run was his joy, lost his way home
So outside the house wore a lead line
He chose to be near where ever I was
Was afraid to be outside alone
During nightly sojourns in our yard
His nose to the ground sniffing rabbits
When he was supposed to be peeing
But he never left a mess indoors
He rarely gave tongue, we didn't care
He barked with wild joy when we came home
He watched the t-v on cold evenings
Snuggled into the chair with my man
He slept by my feet each and all nights
Always slurped my nose as I leashed him
He loved the ladies, humans and dogs
His only aggressive notion was
To challenge Great Danes and other males
He never believed he'd been neutered
A healthy beagle eats 'til he'd drop
Bud ate less and less these last four weeks
Our vet couldn't find what distressed him
Some days ago he refused all foods
Cottage cheese and rice couldn't help him
Took no water except by syringe
Yesterday he couldn't stand up
Lost deep black bowels in his basket
Carried to the car softly wrapped
He went to the vet one last time
I stroked his fur and kissed his head
I told him what a good boy he was
And murmured how deeply I loved him
The first shot eased him, no pain, no fear
His gentle heart stopped with the next one
There were death gasps after his heart stopped
He stayed with the vet for cremation
They made a plaster print of his paw
His dish sits empty in the kitchen
His leash on a hook right by the door
We washed his blankets black blood now gone
His basket will go in the attic
I'll pack all away some braver day
When the corner stops looking vacant
Buddy-Boo Brown is sadly survived
By his two broken-hearted humans
And his life-long beagle friend Mollie
She sniffs his scent throughout the yard
Bewildered she cries near the back door
Expects return of her oldest friend
But he's gone he can come home no more
In lieu of flowers the family asks
Donations be made for starving dogs
Who, like our Buddy, might have died young
But lived to give joy for all his long days
Copyright by Tina M Brown
September 4, 2013
Writers write and I needed to expend some of my grief for a dog I'll mourn more deeply than most of the humans of my acquaintance.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
19 MAY 2016: I am amazed and very grateful to each person who has left a token for my darling beagle boy. I thank you from deep in my heart. -CarmasKid
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
13 March 2021: Again, I can't believe how many people are led here by their pets to visit my Buddy-Boo. He was a good boy, always. Mollie joined him at the Rainbow Bridge in November 2016. I'm sure they are happy to be back together.
We have another dog, now. She's a boxer-shepherd mix whom we rescued at the Michigan Humane Society. She has great manners , and knows more commands than we've ever had in a dog. I swear she speaks English but doesn't have the vocal chords, but, she's not my Buddy. I will always love and miss him, so I thank each and every visitor who has come to spend a minute or two with us.
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