~*The Story of Pica*~
Pica was a little guy, From that first day I met him In the pen to see. Who liked who, did he like me? Yes! He did and I took him home! Oh what a master he was at work! Shetlands are workers, He proved his worth! Lil' pup at 7 months sat and waited, Because I told him to. Straight up ears, he didn't budge, Til' I told him to. God has to love such pleasure! So much glee within a soul, So small so fragile and no voice to say... I told you so! But he did and I learned a lot that day. Years past, I saw his eyes grow dull. My Pica was needing me more now, So to the vet we went. Teeth needed to be pulled, We did the deed. My little guy did not want to wake, From his deep slumber. I had to prod him around, back to me. He came and was strong at first... (Vets have personal problems too) So off we went to another Vet, She found stones another operation!? Gone he was from me too long and this, I think, was the last straw for "My Pica." I stole back in after closing hours, Was worried and felt a thing or two. I saw him upset and digging to be let out, I saw and felt so much pain that night... The night I stole back. (I almost wished I hadn't) But when I confronted the issue I was told, no he is not stressed, No he is not missing you. As I sat on that floor with him in my arms, Looking her dead in the eye, I believed what I believed... But then I believed her. The power of the spoken word of one who knows best! But Pica and I knew best in the end... For it was I who was called to take him home the next day, was I who washed his urine away. Was I who chose to have him die home with me and not at some university. I wish one wish because of that day, that I'd said "No you are wrong, if I leave he will not recover, I want him home." Pica ...my Pica taught me a lot that day about life. The night he died, in my arms. July 4, 1986 as the fire works began, I screamed to the sky all my mortal failures and my pain. Decisions and life have taught me many things, But Pica made me see, I have to follow my *Instincts* We are all just human and open to fatal mistakes.
Some are very close to their animals... Which creates a very strong bond, I know that now more than ever. It's their mind with your mind ...if you choose it to be so. Linda D. Butz copyright©2004
~*My Paint*~My "Paint" Well, I found him on newspaper. Shoulda' known then, He'd get that rub off from the paper. He was and still is to this day, The best trooper I ever met. Right to his dying day, He was seven months old when he passed away.
He ran the race the race of Shelties, Herding! He herded like a champ, He was a champ!
"My Paint" I named him on Valentines Day, Finally he was Paint! A lousy day with a meaningful name, Black and White Shelties have bad blood... I was told that!
I didn't expect death though, When the vet who cared so much for him, Was let go, I died as well... The last time I saw Paint.
Linda D. Butz copyright©2004 -An Important PS here: I know many were taking videoes that day, if you come upon my page and recall a black headed girl with her "very" unusual Black and White Sheltie doing the herding tests in Westminster Maryland in 1991, I'd love to hear from you and get a copy of the video, that would be great!~~~~*~~~~
Parian His eyes stopped following me today Stopped watching me today. They said "I've got to go another way" His eyes they left me behind. I'll never know another as you, but I. None as strong as you, and I. Those eyes so bright they watched over me, That soul so strong it holds but thee. Thy spirit it dies but for me, and I die the same... a million times again. I'll know no other as strong or true. I don't think ever, I'll know one as you.~~*~~
For my Dear and Sweet Parian May 5, 1986 - April 24, 2001 Linda D. Butz copyright©2004~~~~~~*~~~~~~
To Paint An Angel How do I paint you? just an angel sleeping; Each stroke brings back your breath breathing.
Linda D. Butz copyright©2004~~~~~~*~~~~~~
My Gait I thought of you again, I usually think of you. The look when you came and went, that look I only knew. When I had to give you up, you gave me back again. That look I only knew. Linda D. Butz copyright©2004 ~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Hey Blue There was no one like you, only you could lend an eye so true, you were my Blue. What happened I don't know, I depended on you, I thought nothing ever would happen to take my Blue. Then you were gone, I don't know if you heard me ...no look, no fond farewell. ...just gone in Two Thousand and Two. Linda D. Butz copyright©2004 ~~~~*~~~~ Kiowah
Kiowah.com(TM) ©Copyright 1997-2005 Kiowah's_Trails is a Subsidiary of Kiowah.com(TM) LDB (copyright©2005) All poetry is copyright~~~~*~~~~
You Are The One!
You're the one my lil' pup
You know when you are the one!
You're the one my lil' pup
The hugs the kiss, hi five!
You know when you are the one!
You are the one and only,
My huggy love of my life!
I think somehow, God has sent you to me,
So I can continue to live.
You are the one 'Dash' My Dash
You Know it too!
You are the one!
Linda D. Butz copyright©2004
~~~~*~~~~ Two Cats I have two cats ...two cats to love two cats that I have always loved. I have two cats ...two cats to love I wish for just two more cats ...to love. March 29, 2005 Dedicated to Chile and Scutter sleeping far too close to each other ...I wonder what will happen when one, opens an eye. I will be asleep... Linda D. Butz copyright©2005 ~~~~*~~~~ Two Cats (part two) Well I woke ...a few days later Saw my two cats who seemed to hate each other, sleeping inside of a foot, or feat? I was not asleep. Linda D. Butz copyright©2005 ~~~~*~~~~~~~~*~~~~
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Updated April 4, 2005
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