Monday, August 1, 2016

For My Dear Friend Joey

Photo from Joey's Mom's post.

Abby the Labrador Retriever reporting.  Mom asked I put this up, she is super busy at work but she said this is more important.

It's with a heavy heart that I have to share, for those of you that don't know already, that our wonderful friend Joey at


went to the Rainbow Bridge Saturday morning - surrounded by his loving family in his last moments.

He was my first date to a Blogville event, the Heart to Heart Dance.  Though he and I didn't get another date after that, both of us being the shy types I guess, we stayed great friends and shared lots of little bits of fun with the help of our Mom's.

He was a truly kind and faithful soul and dear friend so Mom asked that I include this poem in honor of Joey's spirit.  Until we meet again my friend. . . Abby Lab

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth --
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power --
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on -- it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one -- and here he lies.


- Lord Byron

12 comments:

  1. With tears we are reading this. stella rose

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  2. This is a beautiful post for our dear friend Joey. Thank you.

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  3. Our hearts are heavy as we say goodbye to another pal.

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  4. Hari Om
    Oh that Byron, could wield words like swords... thanks for taking up mum's suggestion Abby. Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  5. For Joey's family and friends...

    Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.

    “The Power of the Dog”

    THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;
    And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
    Why do we always arrange for more?
    Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware 5
    Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

    Buy a pup and your money will buy
    Love unflinching that cannot lie—
    Perfect passion and worship fed
    By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. 10
    Nevertheless it is hardly fair
    To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

    When the fourteen years which Nature permits
    Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
    And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs 15
    To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
    Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
    But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

    When the body that lived at your single will,
    With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!). 20
    When the spirit that answered your every mood
    Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
    You will discover how much you care,
    And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

    We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way, 25
    When it comes to burying Christian clay.
    Our loves are not given, but only lent,
    At compound interest of cent per cent.
    Though it is not always the case, I believe,
    That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve: 30
    For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
    A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
    So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
    Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

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  6. We didn't know about Joey Dog until this morning... we are SAD that he had to go..butt DARN did he EVER leave us with some TERRIFIC memories... he was SOME DOG fur SURE.

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  7. Thank you for letting us know - I thought we were following their blog but at some point (thanks to Blogger maybe) lost it. So very sad but what a life he did have. I know he will be missed by many but none so much as his family.
    RIP dear Joey Dog

    Mom Kim and Lady Shasta

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  8. That is a wonderful tribute to Joey!! We know he was a kind and good fellow!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  9. Such a beautiful post for Joey.
    hugs
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel

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  10. Oh, this is a most heartwarming and beautiful tribute to our Joey Dog...I thinks his Moms is gonna cherish it furevers.....
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  11. my tears run over my keyboard... you found such wonderful words for Joey... hugs to you for a very touching but super great post...

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  12. Thank you very much for that amazing tribute to our sweet Joey dog. We appreciate it very much. He was such a good and dear boy and we're going to miss him terribly!

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