greyghost
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Post by greyghost on Nov 25, 2007 0:30:38 GMT 1
It was two years ago tonight that I lost my girl Abbie, one week before her 9th birthday. She taught me so much. This was one of the last pics taken of her on one of her favourite walks. Sweet dreams my angel.
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greyflyte
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Post by greyflyte on Nov 25, 2007 0:33:05 GMT 1
Its just not fair is it, they dont live long enough........... I lost my darling Heidi at 9 years of age on 23 Nov 1994, I will remember it for ever.
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greyghost
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Post by greyghost on Nov 25, 2007 0:38:05 GMT 1
Hugs Greyflyte (((xxx)))
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Post by Wetdog on Nov 25, 2007 1:59:12 GMT 1
Song title: Mr. Bojangles Artist: Sammy Davis Jr
I knew a man, Bojangles, and he'd dance for you In worn out shoes. With the silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants He would do, the old soft shoe. He can jump so high, jump so high. And then he lightly touched down.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was Well, I was down and out He looked to me to be the very eyes of age, As he spoke right out. Talked of life, Lord, that man talked of life, and laughed, Slapped his leg a step.
He said his name was Bojangles, then he danced a lick, Right across the cell. He grabbed his pants, took a better stance, jumped up high That's when he clicked his heels. Then he let go a laugh, Lord, he let go a laugh, Shook back his clothes all around.
That was Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, Lord, he could dance
He told me of the times he worked with minstrel shows Traveling around the South. He spoke with tears of 15 years how his dog and he, They used to travel about. But his dog up and died, dog up and died. And after 20 years he still grieves.
He said, I dance now at every chance at honky tonks, For my drinks and tips. But most the time I spend behind these county bars, You see son, I drinks a bit. Then he shook his head, Lord when he shook his head, I could swear, I heard someone say please, please, please
Mr. Bojangles, ah Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance, dance, please dance. Come on and dance now.
Oh, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. Come back and dance, Mr. Bojangles. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
All we know about Mr. Bojangles is that he's got worn out shabby clothes, no money, and he's often in jail for drinking too much. But everyone likes him.
He still gets teary eyed when he thinks of the dog he loved that died 20 years ago.
Maybe that is why everyone likes Mr. Bojangles---there is a little bit of him in all of us.
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Post by Weims on Nov 25, 2007 17:59:56 GMT 1
I lost Shona 1 year ago yesterday aged 12. Seems like yesterday
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Post by weimaranermama on Nov 25, 2007 20:37:05 GMT 1
I remember my Filo as my big big friend. I lost him one and a half year ago. Yesterday he looked down to us, when we were on the little road, where we run and play everyday. We saw the big star in the dark and knew he is still our best friend and we still miss him so much. Have much fun on Rainbows Bridge my dearest Filo.
Ina and her Grey Gang.
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