F.A.S.T.
Company page 2 of 2 poems
TO
HONOR YOUR PARTNER
POEMS
for working dogs plus partners.
S.A.R.“HEROES”
The
biggest Heroes never look
the
way we think they should,
Yet
they can do amazing things
no human
ever could.
They
never think about themselves
no challenge
is too great,
They'll
risk their life for anyone
and
never hesitate.
They
don't expect a medal for
what
comes so naturally,
The
only thing they really need
is Love
from you and me.
These
Heroes are a special breed
God
made each one that way,
I didn't
understand until
they
buried mine today.
©
By: Freda H. Babinski
Written:
8-11-00 dedicated to the SAR Heroes
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A WORKING DOG'S
OATH
I will
lay down my life for you
and
expect nothing but love in return.
I protect
my officer with my life,
and
would gladly take a bullet in his place.
I am
sent in to find lost children
and
fugitives on the run.
I find
drugs and weapons and even bombs.
I am
the first sent in
and
sometimes the last to leave.
I am
the nose and ears of my officer.
I will
protect and serve him.
I would
die for him and for you.
I only
ask for compassion and a kind word.
HE IS YOUR DOG
"He
is your friend, your partner,
your
defender,
your
dog.
You
are his life, his love, his leader.
He will
be yours, faithful and true
to the
last beat of his heart.
You
owe it to
him
to be worthy of such devotion."
~unknown
author~
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IN
MEMORY OF ALL POLICE DOGS
They
handled themselves with beauty & grace
and
who could ever forget that beautiful face
Weather
at work; or at home; whatever the test
they
always worked hard; and did their best
They
were real champions; at work or at play
but
their lives were cut short; suddenly one day
While
working on the job with their partner one day
they
put themselves out on a limb; out into harms way
They
gave the ultimate sacrifice; any dog can give
they
gave up their life; so someone could live
The
best of their breed;
as his
partner and anyone would say
many
hearts are now broken;
that
he had to prove it this way
Now
as the trees are blowing in the gentle breeze
the
sun is shining; thru the leaves on the trees
The
meadows are green; and the grass grows tall
off
in the distance they can see a waterfall
As they
look over the falls; down through the creek
the
water flows gently; as a rabbit sneaks a peek
Far
up above; in the deep blue sky
they
see the birds soar high; as they fly by
They
see animals playing; at the bridge by a waterfall
chasing
each other; and just having a ball
They
play all day; from morning to night
there's
no more rain; just warm sunlight
Off
in the distance; they hear trumpets blow
then
all the animals look up; and notice a bright glow
The
harps would play and the angels would sing
as they
know they've come home;
they've
earned their wings
We remember
that they died; in the line of duty
and
are now with the Lord; sharing in heaven's beauty
Off
to the meadows now;
where
they can play and roam free
with
an occasional rest stop; under a tall oak tree
No more
bad guys to chase; or bullets to take
just
a run through the meadow; down to the lake
A quick
splash in the water; then back to the shore
then
it's off to the forest; to go play some more
These
special dogs are back home; up in heaven above
they're
cradled in God's arm's; and covered with His love
We'll
light a candle for all of them; in the dark of night
in loving
memory of all; these very special knights
John
Quealy
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DON'T
GRIEVE FOR ME
Dont
grieve for me I served you well.
I loved
you more than you could ever tell.
I am
now an angel in blue.
I laid
my life on the line for you.
I wore
my badge with honor every day,
to keep
citizens safe and out of harms way.
so when
you see a badge worn with pride,
remember
their comrads and friends that have died
~author
unknown...
THE
CANINE BILL OF RIGHTS (13)
I have
the right to give and receive unconditional love.
I have
the right to a life that is beyond mere survival.
I have
the right to be trained so I do not become the prisoner of my own misbehavior.
I have
the right to adequate food and medical care.
I have
the right to socialize with people and dogs
outside
of my family.
I have
the right to have my needs and want respected.
I have
the right to special time with my people.
I have
the right to only be bred responsibly, if not at all.
I have
the right to some time and space all my own.
I have
the right to be foolish and silly, to make my
person
laugh.
I have
the right to earn my person's trust
and
to be trusted in return.
I have
the right to be forgiven
I have
the right to die with dignity.
~~~Carolyn
Krause
"JUST
A DOG"
You
say I'm "Just a Dog" then why would it be,
if you
spell my name backwards god is what you see
I have
many jobs, one is protecting your life
or making
sure your family's safe
when
that prowler is out at night
I would
chase down any man who hurt someone,
I would
protect you with my life until my job is done
I search
for drugs in many different places,
I can
pick them out of anything
even
though they come in many different phases
I can
sniff out a bomb that might be in your child's school,
I would
risk being blown up to make sure
your
child comes home to you
If you're
hurt in the woods or just lost and scared
I will
search as long as it takes
to make
sure your life is spared
I am
loyal to my master for they are first in my eyes,
I
will always stand beside them
for
we are partners till I die
Of all
these jobs that I do,
my most
important is protecting you,
protecting
your life with the risk of losing mine even though I have never met you
So after
all these things that you read,
tell
me when you look into my eyes is
"Just
a Dog" all you see?
by
Christina Sudduth
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I WAIT BY THE
GATE
In a
strange land I was sent, not knowing my fate;
In a
pen I was put and I sat by the gate.
I watched
and I wondered what do I do now?
Then
I looked up and saw you, as you walked up
and
smiled.
We trained
and we worked and I showed you my best;
You
rewarded me and petted me and I did the rest.
Through
trails and paths and roads we did go;
And
I was to smell, for traps that would blow.
Many
times I stopped you from ending your life;
From
an enemy trap wire that was set to end life.
Never
have I thought that we would ever part;
Because
of the love that we had in our hearts.
Oh,
I was proud to walk by your side;
With
all of your friends and being your guide.
Then
one day you put me back into my pen;
You
smiled, youpetted me, said "Goodbye my friend."
You
looked back one more time,
and
I saw the tears in your eye;
And
I knew it was the last, your way saying goodbye.
My life,
it so changed when you went back home;
And
I stayed behind to a fate still unknown.
It's
been over 30 years since I've seen your face;
But
I never forgot you, my friend and my mate.
So please
don't worry, I'm waiting by Heaven's gate;
For
my best friend, my brother, but mainly my mate.
Connie
Chronister
LAW OF THE JUNGLE
"Now
this is the law of the jungle -
as old
and as true as the sky;
And
the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper,
but
the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the
creeper that girdles the tree-trunk
the
Law runneth forward and back-
For
the strength of the Pack is the Wolf,
and
the strength of the Wolf is the Pack."
Kipling
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"The
Spirit of a German Shepherd Dog"
This
is K-9 Major, who crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
Partner:
Sgt. George Cayer, MAINE.
I was
standing on a hillside, in a field of blowing wheat
And
the spirit of a German Shepherd Dog was lying at my feet He looked at me
with kind dark eyes, ancient wisdom shining through. And in the essence
of his being his love shone clear and true. His mind did lock upon my heart
as I stood there on that day. And he told me of this story about a place
so far away. His tale did put my heart at ease, my fears did fade away.
About what lay ahead of me on another distant day.
For
a card...the poem begins here
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"I
live among God's creatures now in the heavens of your mind. So do not grieve
for me, my friend for I am with my kind. My collar is a rainbow's hue,
my leash a shooting star.
My boundaries
are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar. There are no pens or kennels
here, and I am not confined. But free to roam God's heavens among my shepherd
kind. I nap the day on a snowy cloud, gentle breezes rocking me. And dream
the dreams of Earthlings and how it used to be. The trees are full of liver
treats and tennis balls abound. And Milk bones line the walkways just waiting
to be found. There even is a ring set up, the grass all lush and green.
And everyone who gaits around becomes the Best of Breed. For we're all
winners in this place, we have no faults, you see. And God passes out those
ribbons to each one, even me. I drink from waters laced with gold my world
a beauty to behold. And wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my very
side. At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me. And
moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee. So when your life on
earth is spent, and you stand at Heaven's gate, have no fear of loneliness
for here, you know I wait."
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
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LIFE OF A POLICE
DOG
We're
both partners & buddies in blue.
We did
school demos and never did wrong,
Over
the years, my love did grow strong.
How
I loved to work, stand up and bark,
In the
back of our car, from light until dark.
We went
call to call, having fun all the way,
Until
the call came on that one fateful day.
A man
with a gun, the dispatcher did say,
I jumped
from my car when it pointed your way.
Before
leaving home, I was told by your wife,
I knew
at that moment, I'd give you my life.
The
bullet struck hard, steady and true,
The
bullet struck me, instead not strike you.
When
you go home, tell your wife I did good,
Strong,
tall and proud on the ground that I stood.
I'm
dead and gone now, this much is so true,
But
I've done my job well in protecting you.
~author
unknown
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One
of Byron's most often quoted lyrics was the epitaph he penned for his Newfoundland
dog Boatswain which includes these misanthorpic, if naturalistic and heartfelt,
lines:
. . . the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, the 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,
Debas'd 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 tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit,
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! Who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on, it honours 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
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Lament
of the German Shepherd
Dog
I am
a canine of noble birth
A German
Shepherd Dog - courageous, alert!
I protect
my master to earn my keep
In grassy
fields I guard his sheep
I've
heard it often said
"No
finer dog has yet been bred."
The
times have changed, a new day's dawned.
Alas,
I find myself in a foreign land.
I am
a canine of noble birth
I protect
no man, I guard no herd;
Stripped
of my birthright
I carry
on A lonely vigil for times long gone.
When
I learned how to treat a lamb,
Or how
to control a powerful ram,
When
I had to chase the wolves from their prey,
to keep
the flock calm, and from going astray.
When
I was taught how to stand my ground
To defendmy
master when troubles abound
There
was no limit to what I could do
My courage
and loyality saw me through
Now,
I am told I was bred for "show"
DO I
deserve to be dropped this low?
In the
canine world I am the King,
I do
not care for the dog show ring.
It bores
me til the day I die
Why
can I no longer do my part
And
serve mankind with all my heart?
My heritage
demands of me to be what I was born to be,
Return
my birthright that once was mine
A CHANCE
TO LAY MY LIFE ON THE LINE!
In Memory of Quent
Don't
grieve for me I served you well.
I loved
you more than you could ever tell.
I am
now your guardian angel in brown.
I will
watch over you, I'll always be around.
I
wore my badge with honor every day,
to
keep citizens safe and out of harm's way.
So when
you see a badge worn with pride,
remember
the canines that have served and died.
unknown
author
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(He's
my Partner)
He's
my other eyes that can see above the clouds,
My other
ears that hear above the wind.
He is
the part of me that can reach into the sea.
He has
told me a thousand times over
that
I am his reason for being,
By the
way he rests his head against my leg,
By the
way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile,
By the
way he shows he's hurt when when I leave without him.
(I think
it makes him sick with worry
when
he is not along with me)
When
I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When
I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When
I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When
I am a fool, he ignores me.
When
I succeed, he brags.
Without
him I am only another man.
With
him I am safe.
He has
taught me the meaning of devotion.
He is
loyalty itself.
With
him I know a secret comfort and private peace.
He has
brought me understanding,
Where
before I was ignorant.
His
head on my knee can cure human hurts.
His
presence by my side is protection against
my fears
of dark and unknown things.
And
all he asks in return is a kind word,
a pat
on the head,
and
a fair chance to understand
what
is expected of him.
He has
promised to unselfishly sacrifice his life for me,
so that
each day when I go to work,
I can
return home to my family... our family.
The
only sacrifice he asks of me,
is when
the time comes,
when
life holds no more comfort,
when
the sparkle in his eyes has dimmed,
that
I too be unselfish and let him go.
That
I be by his side just this once,
as he
has been by mine countless thousands
of time
before over the years.
That
I comfort him as he goes into a peaceful,
painless
sleep.
And
one last time,
i will
see for just a brief moment,
that
sparkle in his eyes as he says,
"Thank
you" and "Goodbye"
He is
my partner.
(unknown
author)
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A
DOG'S PRAYER
Treat
me kindly, my beloved master
For
no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness
than
the loving heart of me.
Do not
break my spirit with a stick
for
though I should lick your hand between the flows.
Your
patience and understanding will more quickly
teach
me the things you would have me do.
Speak
to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest
music
as you must know
by the
fierce wagging of my tail
when
your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
When
it is cold and wet, please take me inside
for
I am now a domesticated animal....
no longer
used to bitter elements.
And
I ask no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting
at your feet beside the hearth.
Though
had you no home, I would rather follow you
through
ice and snow
than
rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home
in all
the land,
for
you are my God and I am your devoted worshiper.
Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well
to romp
and play and do your bidding,
to walk
by your side and stand ready
willing
and able to protect you with my life should
your
life be in danger.
And
beloved master, should the Grand Master
see
fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
do not
turn me away from you.
Rather,
hold me gently in your arms
as skilled
hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest
...and
I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate
was ever safest in your hands.
author
unknown.....
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A
BIG HEART
One day up in heaven,
While God was looking down,
He saw people alone and sad,
And He gave a little frown.
He wanted to think of something,
To make those people smile,
Then the answer came to Him,
After He'd thought awhile.
He'd give them a companion,
One whose love was true,
Faithful they would be,
No matter what the people do.
Four legs they would have,
And they would never fail,
To greet these people every time,
With a happy wagging tail.
He'd give them a big heart,
To hold all the love inside,
That love would last forever,
Even after they had died.
For across that Rainbow Bridge,
Would be a special place,
Where they would wait and watch,
To see their master's face.
He thought of what to call it,
And then the answer came.
If you spell "God" backwards,
You'll have this animal's name.
-- Anita Burney
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are
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