Pucan was stoic and known for his tail
which stood up like a flag.He was
a dignified little old man.
Although I never thought of him as old.
When he was little, I'd just
given him a bath and put him outside
to play or rather to pee. When
I glanced out a few minutes,
he'd been digging and when he
looked up at me, his face and
feet were dirty again. Into the
sink he went for another bath.
He never dug after that.
When he knew it was
shower time or that he'd done
something wrong, he'd run out the
doggy door. He knew I wouldn't come
crawling through that doggy
door. When he was little
and older, and did something
he knew he shouldn't
have, he was put in his
kennel. There were times he'd
go in there on his own and
then I had to scour the house
to find out what he'd done.
Most of the time, I didn't
find anything. Sometimes I'd
feel a squish under my shoe or
between my toes. Ewwwwwwwwww! He was always
there for me. He knew that if I got mad
at something, to stay clear
from me. He was like a best
friend, and was my best
friend. He knew when to give me
space and he knew when I needed
extra loving. I always told him that he
couldn't "go" until we could "go"
together. Just the night
before I "let him go", I was holding him
and told him,"You know you
can't leave me until we can go

The picture with his face "plastered" to
the window is my favorite. I
made a "hill" leading up to the window
and then I put a treat up on the
window sill. He's eaten it and
was looking through the
window at me, for more. What fun! He
was a one person dog, and I
was that one person. How
blessed I was!!!! For all the grief I'm
going through, I wouldn't trade
those 11 years and 19 days
we spent together. How our
furbabies worm their way into
our hearts.

When the waves of Sorrow lap at your feet,
And they work up to your heart.
Silver hued tears run down your cheeks,
And naught but sadness does impart.

Think of this place called Rainbow’s Bridge,
And the wondrous glory there.
A silent shadow looks down from a ridge,
And stands on edge your hair.

What is this wondrous graceful sound I hear,
That whispers to me on the breeze?
It is a sound that whispers peace,
And fills my heart with ease.

Is this my love that comes to me,
And whispers on the breeze?
It seems to say feel not guilt,
Listen to my whispers please.

Daddy, mommy, I Love You,
Forever and one day.
In your heart feel not blue,
Just listen to what I say.

I speak to you with sounds of love,
From high upon this ridge.
I wait for you to come above,
I’m happy at Rainbow Bridge.

Written by LoboWolf aka Don Dade

Music~*~Hold Me Till The Morning Comes~Peter Ceterae, Paul Anka

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