A small dog who always appeared bigger than his physical limits, he was an unforgettable character.
A fierce and charismatic lad, yet butter-soft when seeking a caress, he was gentleness personified in human company, but no cat that crossed his path did so unchallenged.
The world, or at least Guernsey, would be rodent-free, had Rufus had his way and a goodly number of much larger dogs retreated chastened, having tried to pull rank on him.
Sleep well, Old Soldier.
We miss you and your brutish gentleness.
RUFUS AT CHOUET
Run,
old dog,
run against
the ripe sea wind:
celebrate your body like a young dog.
Oh how my heart fills up with tears to watch
you, who was so
carelessly
youthful
once.
Run,
old dog,
run against
the ripe sea wind:
celebrate your body like a young dog.
Oh how my heart fills up with tears to watch
you, who was so
carelessly
youthful
once.
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A lovely tribute Richard. Both the photo and the words are brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThanks John. As always your comments are greatly appreciated. Rufus was a bit of a rascal but a very loveable one.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and beautiful memories of Rufus!
ReplyDeleteMonique Klein Koerkamp