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Friday, March 16, 2007

Oscar's Farewell

Life Savers

by Colleen Patrick

Li'l OHe came into my life
All four pounds
Enduring so much strife
Damned puppy mill grounds

Nearly twelve years ago I was
I was low as low could be
Anti depressants and all because
A futile depression enveloped me

Don’t ask me why
When this little guy
Caught my eye
I couldn’t say good-bye

A soul encompassing my own
That wee sable pup
So angry, vicious and alone
Except with me - he completely warmed up

In the car – his very first drive
He couldn’t get close enough
He was so sweet, he seemed to thrive
Alas, with others he would only act tough

Li' O in his bedWe arrived home
With nary a bone
But he didn’t moan
He got an ice cream cone

Eight months old
Living years of neglect
And misery untold
Memories he’d forever reflect

I took him to a vet
Who told me to forget
Him - "Get a healthy pet
He’s a wreck -" and yet

Despite his horrendous mind/body plight
So much that couldn’t ever be made right
The one thing I couldn’t fight
Between him and me? It was love at first sight

And so I struggled for two years
To train my little social misfit
Whose temper sent fears
Into grown men with grit

Li'l OHe became a perfect gentleman
Walking proudly around the lake
People even became fans
Stopping us for pictures to take

He was the IT factor
And a smile magnet
Not a single detractor
Where ever we went

All the games we played
And his farts – oy vey!
Wallpaper peeled
Noses needed a shield

When did he get old
I really don’t want to recall
He started falling in the cold
Then one day couldn’t walk at all

I don’t mind carrying him around
All five and a half pounds
This little furry mound
His shirt pulled down

Those eyes have somehow lost a light
Though he watches me every waking minute
Those big brown eyes once clear and bright
So loving, his heart has reached its limit

As he moves around, he limps and he trips
His little heart murmurs, his neck and hips
Rife with arthritis; his aging bladder drips
His seizures frequent, as he stands, he slips

I can’t let him live in pain or misery
Oblivious as he is - as long as he’s with me
I hold him closer now for it's the end I see
Instead of once I kiss him three

Sweet Pomeranian kisses
They number in the millions
His head against my cheek
There were not many misses

Ah the stories I could tell
Of the little wild man I tamed
And the reason that I named
Him Oscar

Being a director and screenwriter
I thought my future would be brighter
When asked if I have an Oscar thirst
I smile and say I already have my first

Sick OscarI shall weep inconsolably just for today
I can’t bear the thought of being without him
Or empty nights I can’t pet or play
With my smiling furry boy at my slightest whim

But this isn’t about me, it’s for him I pray
So his final days will be filled with joy
And laughter and cuddles – we’ll pah-tay
So he can leave this earth one happy little boy

I will only say au revoir, I cannot say adieu
I’ll snuggle him tight as he takes his last breath
The last words he’ll hear will be simply thank you
I'm right here, loving you at your time of death

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  • At 4:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Wow, I was just doing a random blog search on "screenwriter" and came here. I don't know you, but from your beautiful poem to Oscar I feel I know more about you both. A sad day indeed.

  • At 9:06 PM, Blogger ryan dot cooper at gmail dot com said…

    So sad. What a nice farewell poem. If you need anything don't hesitate to call/text/e-mail.

  • At 9:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    They come into our lives as a beautiful gift,

    Blessing after blessing - the number untold and unfathomable.

    I learned that our love for our creatures will incredibly endure through ages, as the imprints of our souls at their best enfold and comfort not only our beloved pets, but also our beloved humans.

    A heartfelt poem, Colleen. Thank you for sharing your fragile and powerful story.... Thank you for letting me share mine.



  • At 11:30 AM, Blogger Jarrod said…

    All the years you opened the door and he came out barking. Only to find it was me and then scurry back in to grab his squeaky toy. Which, when he gave it to me, he let me throw for him to fetch.

    Thank you Colleen for opening the door to me and thank you Oscar for letting me in to come play and feel joy when some days I didn't think I had it in me.

  • At 12:53 PM, Blogger cp said…

    Thank you so much for your kind comments. After being held for a very long time, Oscar passed away peacefully in my arms at home 12pm, Tuesday, March 20.

  • At 11:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Very sorry to hear about Oscar passing, Colleen. Sending our thoughts to you and your furry kids!



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