These calendars with Sally Babcock's unique and expressive artwork
will benefit Airedale Rescue all year long.
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A good dog never dies
she always stays
she walks beside you
on crisp autumn days
when frost is on the fields
and winter's drawing near
her head is within our hand
in her old way.
-- Mary Carolyn Davies
VIOLET - SUMMER 1987 | |
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Violet was our first Airedale, adopted on 6 December 1986. She passed away on 3 December 1987.
Violet had been sent to the local Humane Society, supposedly by a dog kennel that was closing and didn't want her; she was judged to be about seven years old. After we adopted her, she was found to have heartworm, and we cured her of that. She died of skin cancer almost a year later, and I still mourn her.
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TO FLUSH, MY DOG
Loving friend, the gift of one
Who her own true faith has run
Through thy lower nature,
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head
Gentle fellow-creature!
Yet, my pretty, sportive friend,
But of thee it shall be said,
Roses, gathered for a vase,
Therefore to this dog will I, -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1844
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. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Boatswain, a dog.
-- Lord Byron, Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog, 1808
Little is 't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness;
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these dropping ears
And this glossy fairness.
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary,
Watched within a curtained room
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning;
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone
Love remains for shining.
Tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favor.