Old Dogs Go

Old dogs go
before you know it
walking home

I am just now beginning to mourn Trinity's death. It happened so swiftly I guess I didn't have time to really understand what I was losing. The part I hate most is that she lived her last year with my mom, as she and Kona just could not get along. She liked living with my mom, I think, so that part was good. But not being there for her as she entered her twilight year, that was bad, and unforgivable.

Buckaroo Banzai & Trinity wait to get in. My "2nd set of dogs," both gone now.

Loki-Bob loved Trinity. She was "his" dog.

Busy Bee also loved Trinity. He often sought her out, to nap next to her.

Trinity meets our boys. She *loved* black dogs. She thought all black male dogs were "sexy," and she never met one she didn't like, including our boys.

She's not sure she's liking the camera so close to her face.

She would play with Loki-Bob, tickling and licking him. Here he's just a baby and she was giving him heck.

This is a song that I wrote in 1996. I revised it in 2003, after I had lost my "first set of dogs." My beloved girls: Miss Occelatum Bottom (Ozzy), Crocodile (the Croco-Stimpy), and Pinkie Lou (my Brave Heart), passed away over a few years period;  a very dark time in my life. Sometimes, looking back, I wonder that I survived it.

I don't have any digital photos from that time. Eventually I'll scan some photos and get them up.

So here's that song, minus the pro-tabs. I realized how prophetic it was of me to write this while they were alive and still healthy:

He asks "are you alone tonite?"
I say "yeah, but it's all right,
Those dogs take up all the room
in my bed, late every night."

Gone for a walk, just those dogs and me
gone down the path they've slipped their leads
gone for a walk those dogs and me
those dogs are running free

walkin' the woods you keep comin to mind
I saw a dead oak covered in vines
in the dark leaves I read the signs
in the shadows a forest in every tree

Gone for a walk, just those dogs and me
...

Below, a link to a moving poem about Jimmy Stewart's own lost dog:
Jimmy Stewart on his dog Beau