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| In Loving Memory of Wakko November 12,1993 - May 25, 2006 |
| In Loving Memory of Wakko November 12,1993 - May 25, 2006 |
Having been named for the youngest sibling on a cartoon picture show Wakko was my constant companion who we came to know As the tough little bugger living up to his name Everyday we went through a routine almost exactly the same When he was still very young and learning to play He would be nipping my hand as if to say I'm rough and I'm tough and do as you see fit Only one day I tossed too hard and my words were "oh %$@#" I thought I might have hurt him and he'd be afraid to play But he came back with a vengeance and the routine changed that day He wanted to be tossed harder some more just to come back faster and tougher then ever before He would have been great for agility trials he ran circles around my house turning them into miles He'd run to the door to check who was there Letting people on the other side know, beware We rearranged the furniture to slow him down some But he didn't let that stand in the way from having his fun He used the sofa cushion as a spring board to fly over the sofa back to continue on by There was a time he went down the stairs in a great hurry missed the last few steps and caused me to worry With guilt in my heart I left for work as usual that day he was there after work to greet me in the same old way Though he no longer races me to the door and greets me everyday as he's done before I have attached to the handle of my work bag His collar and his identification tag So I can hear the jingle to remind me of all the fun He was not just my dog he was more like my son My very best friend and companion who knew me so well, If I get started theres so many stories I could tell I wish you all could know how blessed I was and appreciate what our furry companions feel about us. |
I still keep his collar and tag hooked on my bag that I take to
work with me every day. It just wouldn't be right if I couldn't
hear that jingle of the tag. It's a comfort to me, and a reminder
that no matter how many years pass, he'll always be my son,
and a part of my life that will always start to bring a tear to my
eye, yet quickly recede and turn to into a smile and laughter at
the way that crazy little dog could always make me laugh. I
hope that others can experience the same type of connection
that I had, and still have, with him. It's not an animal or a pet or
even an "it", he or she is a part of your family.
work with me every day. It just wouldn't be right if I couldn't
hear that jingle of the tag. It's a comfort to me, and a reminder
that no matter how many years pass, he'll always be my son,
and a part of my life that will always start to bring a tear to my
eye, yet quickly recede and turn to into a smile and laughter at
the way that crazy little dog could always make me laugh. I
hope that others can experience the same type of connection
that I had, and still have, with him. It's not an animal or a pet or
even an "it", he or she is a part of your family.
I still keep his collar and tag hooked on my bag that I take to
work with me every day. It just wouldn't be right if I couldn't
hear that jingle of the tag. It's a comfort to me, and a reminder
that no matter how many years pass, he'll always be my son,
and a part of my life that will always start to bring a tear to my
eye, yet quickly recede and turn to into a smile and laughter at
the way that crazy little dog could always make me laugh. I
hope that others can experience the same type of connection
that I had, and still have, with him. It's not an animal or a pet or
even an "it", he or she is a part of your family.
work with me every day. It just wouldn't be right if I couldn't
hear that jingle of the tag. It's a comfort to me, and a reminder
that no matter how many years pass, he'll always be my son,
and a part of my life that will always start to bring a tear to my
eye, yet quickly recede and turn to into a smile and laughter at
the way that crazy little dog could always make me laugh. I
hope that others can experience the same type of connection
that I had, and still have, with him. It's not an animal or a pet or
even an "it", he or she is a part of your family.