vale
I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
Tairnbacher Quini, She was our other eyes that could see above the clouds; Kazkiri Shaquille 14 November 1999 - 11 December 2005 'THE ONE BEST PLACE TO BURY A BELOVED DOG IS IN YOUR HEART'.
Hilltop Vroni 9 July 1999 - 24 March 2010 And when times seem hard to bear Goodbye my beauty, Goodbye my friend. Kazkiri Babyface Nelson Goodbye, God Bless & God Speed, Sweet Man. Kazkiri Chibale
Kazkiri Nautulus Tragically Be very wary of where you board your beloved companions. Kazkiri Charlies Angel Very much loved companion "Enya was an exceptional dog...Loved to play with our cats and a gentle and loyal companion...Enjoyed her trips to the doggie beauty parlour every couple of months...Loved her lamb shanks every couple of days and a great mouser!...Far better than the cats... Both Guy and I are devastated at loosing our girl..." "Keely keeps the smiles going" Our sincere sympathy to Denice, Guy & Keely
our beloved
'Kaz'
12 March 1992 - May 2004
Our other ears that heard above the winds.
She was the part of us that could reach out into the sea.
She told us a thousand times over that we were her reason for being:
By the way she rested against our legs;
By the way she thumped her tail at our smallest smile;
By the way she showed her hurt when we left without taking her.
(We thought it made her sick with worry when she was not along to care for us.)
When we were wrong, she was delighted to forgive.
When we were angry, she clowned to make us smile.
When we were happy, she was joy unbounded.
When we were fools, she ignored it.
When we succeeded, she bragged.
Without her we are only other humans.
With her we were all-powerful.
She was loyalty itself.
She taught us the meaning of devotion.
With her, we knew secret comforts & private peace.
She brought us understanding where before we were ignorant.
Her head on our knees could heal our human hurts.
Her presence by our sides was protection against our fears of dark & unknown things.
She promised to wait for us...whenever...wherever - in case we need her,
& we expect we will - as we always have.
Who was she?
.... oh my handsome man
how I miss you
'Shaq'
In my garden, beneath a gum tree, or a wattle, or any native shrub,
is an excellent place to bury such a good dog.
He played beneath such trees, & under such shrubs, he slept in the blazing summer sun,
or gnawed at a bone,
or lifted his great head to challenge a stranger.
Here he waited in calm & patient certainty of my return then exploded in the joyous exuberance of youth,
or much later, greeted me with the dignity of a Statesman.
These are good places in life or death.
For this dog will be remembered & when he leaps through my dreams,
actual as in life, eyes shining, laughing, begging, it doesn’t matter at all where he finally sleeps.
Whether it’s on a hill with the wind blowing through his coat, where the trees are soaring,
where he tirelessly chased & fetched sticks or other unidentifiable objects.
His spirit will be there beside me anyhow, whenever I walk along the bush tracks.
It doesn’t matter at all if I never, ever know that last resting place.
It is all one to the dog, & all one to me, & nothing is gained & nothing is lost – for memory lives.
But still there is one best place to bury a dog.
When I bury him in this spot he will come to me when I call – come to me over shadowy frontiers,
down that well remembered path & to my side again.
And though I call my living dogs to heel they won’t resent his coming for they know he belongs with me
& his gentle presence will surround them again.
People may laugh at me who see no slightest blade of grass bent by his returning footfall,
who hear no joyous greeting – people who may never have truly loved any dog.
I will be tolerant of them, smile at them & pity them a little,
for I know something that is hidden from them, & that is well worth knowing.
I will remember this, when a tear drops unbidden & my throat tightens as memories swirl around me:
.... my darling girl
When I feel alone
I look into the stars at night
and feel I am in the presence of one
I have loved and is not with me anymore.
When the breeze touches my face
I feel your wings Vron, fanning me with wisdom and I take comfort
in this awareness.
Vron I have faith that you are now on your special journey,
and I take courage and strength from those
you have left behind.
I look into the stars at night
and feel the gentle breeze
and take comfort;
one I have loved is not only in my heart and in my memories
but all around me.
Vron you died as you had lived
In the arms of one who loved you.
'Nelson'
8 May 1999 - 15 July 2006
'Charro'
18 November 2005 - 23 November 2006
Result of accident
'Jett'
23 March, 2006 - 11 November, 2007
Jett had been abandoned at a boarding kennel for 7 weeks.
Once I was contacted by the boarding kennel, arrangements were made to bring Jett home to Kazkiri.
Jett was a very large dog but weighed under 25kg.
'Enya'
Sire: Adrian zur Seehochte
Dam: Hilltop Maddii
22 October 2000 - 5 April 2009
Contact Details
NOREEN SYMES
Postal Address: PO BOX 75
ELPHINSTONE, Victoria 3448
Ph: 03 5473 3521
Email: alfynor@bigpond.com
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