Sunday, 27 April 2008

Loss of a loved one

Sadly this week saw one of my own hounds head to the bridge.

Lady 2006 - 20/04/2008

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people's gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

Run like the wind Angel but dont forget to stop by and say hello now and again
To read more about Lady and how she came into our life and rocked our world visit Greyhound Gaps Official Newsblog

1 comment:

Aoj & The Lurchers said...

I love that poem and it is so apt for Lady, Lisa.

A feisty indomitable old lady who lived her final months to the full. She will be missed.

Run free Lady.