FOR MY BUTE
A posty was up on the email for Borderbility
To save this sweetheart from the death penalty
For her owners were parting and Bute had to go
There was nowhere else found and
that’s why it was so.
Having lost my dear Rannoch in june 2003
It was inconceivable she should not
come live with me
There was not second thought given to her arrival
It was a matter of course, most important,
her survival,
she came into my home where she was meant to be
It was as if she belonged,
it was so instantaneously.
She came as a rescue but she rescued me.
The timing was right and it was meant to be
But I am sorry if your change
of home brought misery
I thank Borderbility and for those who care
For rescuing her, and her life they did spare
Her pretty face and nature were a lovely surprise
Her winning smile and tenderness and
the sparkle in her eyes.
It was said Rannoch sent this angel to me
As she was named from the Isle of Bute, quite extraordinary.
For ‘Raasay’ and ‘Rona’, named after the Hebrides isles
Were already here, and living in style,
But, they were happier playing
in the garden than following me around
And often I would question whether
in the house there was a hound.
But from the time Bute came
she never left my side,
From the desk to the bedroom there
was nowhere I could hide
When Robbie then Rannoch died I wanted to follow
But Bute saved me and helped me
whilst in that deep sorrow.
I didn’t expect that help,
it was just outrage at the thought
That a life be lost if a new home
was not immediately caught.
A few months later she was ill and
something major was amiss.
The biopsy showed that it was chronic active hepatitis
So she went on special diet and pills
It was then Destolit, Pred and LD Hills.
Then pancreatitis attacked but having
killed my Rannoch and Robbie
This time after IV, 6 days,
it was not going to take Bute from me
And the diet changed and health was restored
With walks on the heath which she adored.
Then one day this February, so ill she became
white cells had rocketed and cancer was to blame
the spleen and its aggressive tumour
were taken away
But no guarantee that these cells
were not elsewhere at bay.
And lumps found in the mammary were then de-capitated
but in the liver were necrotic cells poorly differentiated
and these were the enemy that intended to kill all in sight
and first they took away my darling’s appetite
and we tried to fight them with what we could
but evil was their plan and destroy they would.
A black day came on the 4th April
That made the breath in my Bute for ever be still
Cancer in the liver took my girl away
Left me desolate, left me in disarray
It could have been later but suffer no more
Was better for her when there was no cure
So home she came for her last moments to spend
By the carpet and the fire to be with her friend
And the terrible vacuum that she has left behind
She will never be truly gone and always in my mind
As the angel who came from out of the blue
Who gave all her love and devotion, my Bute adieu
She will lie with my babies, another star in the sky
They will cherish her and love her whilst I have my cry.
You fought so valiantly through illness and disease
You loved life, dinner, my bed, the Heath and the trees.
we went to Sussex, We visited the sea,
You came to dad’s, and gave joy to Wally.
Loved chasing Raasay and Rona when they ran for the ball
Those walks were your delight.
The excitement of it all
And one day they may find a cure for these evils
That weaves its destruction and tortures and kills
That takes away our loved ones whether four legged or two
One day we will get it and pierce it right through.
Vitamins may help diffuse the aggression
that cancer and disease use for oppression
I but hope that all that could have been done was done
way back in these months when you still had fun.
And my Bute farewell
My dearest wee friend
Who was cherished and loved
Until the end
A short time with me, but 2 ½ year
From that glorious day in 2003.
And thank you for your love and the last of your years
And thankyou for the love and all of the cheer,
You captured the hearts of all whom you met
Not long enough time is my regret.
And thank you to all who have given support
Who too have lost loved ones,
and who have been distraught.
You came as a rescue needing love and nourishment
But in reality I was the rescue
to whom you were sent,
Run free my love, with the wind run free
You are in my thoughts as carved in a tree.
Meet up with all loved ones,
whose heartaches we share
Those whom we all miss so and see how they fare
Be a wee messenger with your gift of love
Take all our messages of peace like a dove,
And may peace be your future and
no more illness or pain
And one day if possible I’ll join you and
we’ll be together again
Pamela
My Bute thank you,
| BUTE |
| 4, Apr 2006 |
| pamela Rose |