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
Who possessed Beauty
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