Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Goodbye to Yoos!
It iz wiv eavi earts dat we iz writin diz blog, az owr pal Ted, wun of owr Twitta pals did go OTRB yesday!
Ted nd iz brofur Issac be da fus pals to tweet nd follo uz wen we did joyn Twitta nd welcum uz into da #BTPosse. Ted woz an inspirashunz to all iz pals on Twitta - a lejend, e did gwow old gwasfulli and pwowdly. Ted did have a appi nd long life, nd aldo we no he be wunnin fwee now nd playin wiv iz uva pals and famli OTRB da famli e as lef beyind mussbe feelin vedy sad nd lost. We iz shure Ted duz no dis - nd we fink dis iz wot e wud wont say to iz famli :-
FROM FUREND TO FUREND
Yoo az givin me a speshul gif,
So sowwowfli endowd,
Nd froo doze las fyu cherish dayz,
Yooz curij mad me pwowd.
But weely, luv is nowin
Dat yoo best furend be in pain,
Nd undastandin erfli akts
Will ony be in vain.
So lookin deep into yoos eyes,
Beyond, into yoos sowl,
I did see in yoo da magik, dat wud
Wunz mor mak me ole.
Da stwenff that you possess,
Is why I did look to you dat day,
To do dis fing dat mussbe dun,
Fur it da only way.
Dat stwenff is why I did follo yoo,
Nd choose yoo az my furend,
Nd why I did luv yoo all deez yeer...
My partner 'til da end.
Pleez, undastan jus what dis gif,
Yoo az giv me, meenz to me,
It giv me bak da stwenff I los,
Nd all me digniti.
Yoo took a stand on me beharf,
Fur dat be wot furends do.
Nd no dat wot yoo did woz wite,
Fur I beleevs it to.
So wun las time, I breevd yooz smell,
Nd fru yooz I did feel,
Da curij dat be in yoo,
To gwant me dis appeel.
Cut the leesh dat old me ere,
Deer furend, and let me wun,
Wunz mor a stwong and stedy dog,
Me pain and stwuggle dun.
Nd dussnt dispare me passin,
Fur I dussnt be far way,
Fureva ere wivin yooz eart,
Nd memwee I do stay.
I be ere watching ova yoo,
Yooz eva fayful furend,
Nd in yooz memweez Ido wun,
...a yong dog wunz agenn.
Adaptid frum In Memory of Asta, Feb. 1997
(c) Karen Cloustonn
We dedkates dis poem to all owr pals oo az gon OTRB, but speshulli to der umanz oo az ad da curaj to let dem go!
RIP Ted! Wun fwee!
Ted nd iz brofur Issac be da fus pals to tweet nd follo uz wen we did joyn Twitta nd welcum uz into da #BTPosse. Ted woz an inspirashunz to all iz pals on Twitta - a lejend, e did gwow old gwasfulli and pwowdly. Ted did have a appi nd long life, nd aldo we no he be wunnin fwee now nd playin wiv iz uva pals and famli OTRB da famli e as lef beyind mussbe feelin vedy sad nd lost. We iz shure Ted duz no dis - nd we fink dis iz wot e wud wont say to iz famli :-
FROM FUREND TO FUREND
Yoo az givin me a speshul gif,
So sowwowfli endowd,
Nd froo doze las fyu cherish dayz,
Yooz curij mad me pwowd.
But weely, luv is nowin
Dat yoo best furend be in pain,
Nd undastandin erfli akts
Will ony be in vain.
So lookin deep into yoos eyes,
Beyond, into yoos sowl,
I did see in yoo da magik, dat wud
Wunz mor mak me ole.
Da stwenff that you possess,
Is why I did look to you dat day,
To do dis fing dat mussbe dun,
Fur it da only way.
Dat stwenff is why I did follo yoo,
Nd choose yoo az my furend,
Nd why I did luv yoo all deez yeer...
My partner 'til da end.
Pleez, undastan jus what dis gif,
Yoo az giv me, meenz to me,
It giv me bak da stwenff I los,
Nd all me digniti.
Yoo took a stand on me beharf,
Fur dat be wot furends do.
Nd no dat wot yoo did woz wite,
Fur I beleevs it to.
So wun las time, I breevd yooz smell,
Nd fru yooz I did feel,
Da curij dat be in yoo,
To gwant me dis appeel.
Cut the leesh dat old me ere,
Deer furend, and let me wun,
Wunz mor a stwong and stedy dog,
Me pain and stwuggle dun.
Nd dussnt dispare me passin,
Fur I dussnt be far way,
Fureva ere wivin yooz eart,
Nd memwee I do stay.
I be ere watching ova yoo,
Yooz eva fayful furend,
Nd in yooz memweez Ido wun,
...a yong dog wunz agenn.
Adaptid frum In Memory of Asta, Feb. 1997
(c) Karen Cloustonn
We dedkates dis poem to all owr pals oo az gon OTRB, but speshulli to der umanz oo az ad da curaj to let dem go!
RIP Ted! Wun fwee!
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