A Tribute to Mr. T
Ourdarling T we loved you so, much more than you could ever know.
Your bright green eyes, your floppy ears, the touch of your wet nose.
The memory of your T-Bag snogs, oh how we shall miss those!
You’d pin us down and the more we’d laugh the more eager was your tongue bath.
Your tail would wag all the while, you really loved to make us smile.
Our muscly sausage, one of a kind, no dog was ever the same.
And even in your short life you lived up to your legendary name.
Remembering the very first night, how you howled with all your might, to secure your spot on our bed.
Upon our pillows and stretched out, tail to toe, was where you chose to rest your head.
In the wee small hours you really made us laugh,
when you became thirsty and stuck your whole head in my glass.
Noisily slurping and lapping up the juice, as though it had been poured for you.
Oh Mr. T, the things you would do.
The amount that you cost us, in things that you’d chew.
So many things that you destroyed.
Our photographs, our DVD’s and Lorelei’s toys.
You’d drive us all crazy and make us all mad,
Then you show your remorse and make your eyes sad.
And who could resist your surrendering pose? Rolled out on your back, with your four paws rose.
Oh yes, the things you used to chew.
The throttle cable in our car(!) my underwear and my shoes too.
But T-bag I’d sacrifice all of my shoes to spend just another moment with you.
Mr. T you were such an agreeable pup, when we entered competitions and dressed you up.
One year you were the King of Hearts with Lorelei the Queen that carried her tarts.
Unfortunately you didn’t win, but in my eyes you were the sweetest thing.
You fancied yourself as a sheepdog, your flock was our chickens and ducks,
and every night you’d help me, by guiding them into their huts.
How about when we went rowing on the river but you would rather swim,
So even though your lead was tied you went and dove straight in!
With your tail standing proud, your out-turned feet and your nose glued to the ground.
You demonstrated such a presence, like a General, not just our hound.
Taking care of us became your duty and a job in which you made your mark.
With tenderness and courage and one hell of a mean bark!
So many memories, so many games, things that can be no more.
Curling on the sofa with you or playing tug-of-war.
Watching you wink at us with such a human face.
Yelling as you chased your Tilly and tore around the place.
You really were our hero, T, you bought us so close as a family.
You were Lorelei’s baby brother and Jay was your Daddy and I was your Mother.
Although you weren’t the human kind you still made your mark when you left us behind.
I wish I could have saved you. I pray you felt no pain. I pray you felt no fear when you caught glimpse of that train. I wish I’d been there to protect you, to cuddle and hold you tight. The image of you being hurt haunts me every single night.
But I know that your soul is in tact and will soar above the clouds, and when you look upon us you’ll see you made us so very proud. To have you was an honour, how very lucky we are. To say you were a part of us, our Mr. T—the star!
So race about in heaven, sweet dog, and one day we all shall be, reunited in a better place, as one happy family.
We love you Mr. T, with all of our hearts. X X X
