A special poem for Jackie
Oooh oooh oooh Jackie Pool
Don't give in to the rising gloom
Try to wear a smile when all you want to do is frown
Oh, Jackie, with the love of two great dogs you can't be down
Our hearts crumbled when we realized the same Big Bad C that took Freddy's and Sota's Mom Ms. Gina was now stalking Ms. Jackie. Oh how we love Ms. Jackie. She helped out our Mom without being asked, and never even asked for a thanks. She has fought every illness that had attacked Sage and Saffron like a Mama Grizzly protecting her cubs. Time, money, pain: Nothing stood in the way of keeping her pups healthy, and there is nothing they wouldn't do to return the favor.
You live your life being the best possible Mom
Providing a happy and healthy hearth and home
There just doesn't seem to be enough words
To recount all the tales of your kindness we have heard
I have stopped trying to make sense of who gets their tickets stamped for the bridge, where and why. On Tuesday Daddy told us a story about a 28 year old man named Tyrell. His mother is one of his clients. Daddy has known him since her was six years old. He grew up surrounded by gangs, guns, and drugs. He used to take a beating walking home from school for the crime of being educated. But he never lost sight of his goal, to get out of the projects and have a real life. Well, he did it. Had a job, two kids, a wife, going to college, a place to live that wasn't supported by tax payers. On Tuesday, while going home from work, while entering the highway, an 83 year old woman, exiting the highway, had a heart attack, lost consciousness, and slammed into the side of Tyrell's car, killing him. When the police came to his Mom's house, asking vague questions about him, then returned to their car, she called Daddy to ask if she heard anything. When the police returned she put down the phone and Daddy heard them give her the news of her sons passing. Daddy said he could still hear her screams. Meanwhile, the drug dealers, the users, the schemers, his own age, who abuse their bodies and minds every day, continue to chug onward.
Ooo-hoo Jackie Pool
You're a winner honey, you never lose
Ask the winners and you're going to find
They are just copying your kind
This whole sickness, death thing, it makes no sense. It's random, it doesn't care who you are and what you have done. It finds you and punishes you without rhyme or reason. But sometimes I think it really targets the best of us.
Don't tell me that you're not aware
Of what you're going through and how much we care
We know it's not easy, not a natural thing
Like trying to play a song you can't sing
What can us pups do? We did band together to bring the largest doggy site on the Internet to it's knees. But this is much more difficult. We can try to nose our parents into getting screened, but depending where your playground is it may be too far to get to the doctor, depending on how much insurance you have it could be too expensive, and sometimes there isn't enough time, or it just doesn't fit into where they are in their lives right now.
Ooh hoo Jackie Pool
We're making wishes we pray come true
You've been places we've never been
We know you'll get to go there again
We can ask our parents to give money to cancer research groups. My Mommy and Daddy give money to the Jimmy Fund and Dana Faber. There are lots of wonderful organization out there. But we also know hard times have moved and don't intent to leave so money is tight, but a few dollars here or there can make a difference.
Ooh-hoo Jackie Pool\
We pray all your dreams come true
Our lives slip away like sand through your hand
Oh Jackie may it be many years before all your sand hits the land
But there isn't really anything we can do besides be Mom's best friend and pray for her. We know Pocket is a doctor, but that's an honoree award. Dogs can't really help with cancer. Or can they?
Every day in your eyes
The sun never sets it will only rise
Moonlight and wine and pups some fine
For good friends two legged and four you have the time
Check out this link (while you're waiting Pocket and I will perform an awkward pause) http://cbd.cancerdogs.co.uk/home.php. (I lick my paws while Pocket stares at me. She then begins to lick her va-jay-jay and I nudge her to make her stop. I glare at her. We look silently ahead for several moments.) So what did you think. Isn't that cool?
Ooh-hoo Jackie Pool\
She's so sweet, wonderful and cool
She has been given news that was quite bad
But we're going to try hard to make sure she's never sad
Dr Pocket could really be a Dr Pocket. We could sniff you and let you know if something is wrong. So all of us together, including us pups, can held defeat the Big Bad C if we put our mind to is and not see any other Moms or pups suffer again.
Our hearts and prayers go to you Saffron and Sage and most importantly your Mom. We love her and every day we send healing vibes her way,. Maybe someday we can do more.
Ooh Jackie Ooh Jackie
Ooh Jacke Ooh Jackie
Jackie we love you