Tribute To Banjo
May 1995 - Nov 1998
Australian Shepherd and Akita.

Sunlight streams through window pane unto a spot on the floor.... then I remember, it's where you used to lie, but now you are no more.

Our feet walk down a hall of carpet, and muted echoes sound.... then I remember, it's where your paws would joyously abound.

A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can't be yours.... your golden voice is still.

But I'll take that vacant spot of floor and empty muted hall and lay them with the absent voice and unused dish along the wall.

I'll wrap these treasured memorials in a blanket of my Love and keep them for my best friend until we meet above.

~Author Unknown~

Banjo was a beautiful dog, and so very nice and playful. When he got sick, we took him to a vet, time and time again, but they always said they didn't know what was wrong. They just kept trying one medicine after another without any of it helping. The day he died, Truman found two big lumps under his right ear, and took him to a local animal hospital. It just took a few minutes for her to tell us it was cancer, but it was too late to save him. Peppy still remembers Banjo, and misses his friend. If I say Banjo, he gets excited, and looks all around. Dogs are like children. They understand everything - they just can't talk. But they know when they are loved.

A loved One is not gone until they are forgotten!
And to Live in the Hearts of those left behind is to Live Forever!

My Wish for Banjo

God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."

You didn't deserve
What you went through
And so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.

And when I saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.

Guardian Dog

Even though my body is gone
Please know I'm always near,
When you call the other dogs
I'll be first to hear.

I'll be the first to reach you then
I'll be the first to heel,
Of the wet noses on your cheek
Mine with be the first you feel.

I'm always first at inside at night
I'm curled up on your bed,
And when you go to sleep and dream
I'll be right there in your head.

You might not see me running by
You might not feel my kiss,
But when the pack comes all inside
I'll be the first you miss.

I was the first to leave your side
I was the first you lost,
But look outside on a winter morn
There's my paw prints in the frost.
~ Author Unknown ~