I  Haven't Left At All

I saw you gently weeping as you looked through photographs

You paused for just a moment at one that made you laugh.

But as you turned more pages the tears bean to flow

You whispered that you missed me but I want you to know

I softly licked those stinging tears that down your cheeks did fall

I wanted you to understand I haven't left at all.

On those days that you are overcome with sorrow, pain and grief

I rest my head upon your leg to offer some relief.

When you take our walking path I've seen you look around

Because I know you surely heard my paws upon the ground.

At night while you are sleeping I snuggle at your side

You stroke my fur as you touch the place where I used to lie

You said it is just your heart playing tricks upon your mind

But rest assured I'm really there, my spirit 's left behind

I know your heart is hurting; it's like an open sore

You think my life has ended and you won't see me anymore.

But for those of us bound tight by love, death is not the curtian call

 

It's really the eternal beginning that waits for us all

So dear Master as you live your life I patiently await

For us to be together when you pass through Haven's gate.

                       

                    

                                      LADY                                        

                                       SAMSON

                                        MOSES

                                        SHADOW

                                         SHEBA

                                          LYNN

                                           SYNDNEY    

  LEXUS         

                                           DILLON        

                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                      

 

MEMORIES

PICTUES HERE OF THE ROTTWEILERS I HAD, SOME I RAISED OTHERS WERE TAKEN IN BECAUSE THERE OWNERS NO LONGER WANTED THEM. THEY ARE ALL GONE NOW BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

                                                      THE BEGINING

  LADY MY FIRST ROTT AND HER SON SAMSON WHO BECAME MY FIRST SIRE OF THREE LITTERS.

                                                              

THIS IS MY BELOVED SAMSON,HE SIRED THREE LITTERS AND THE PUPS WERE SOLD LOCALLY AS WELL AS TO CLIENTS IN EUROPE.

THESE THREE ARE THE GIRLS, MERCADES ON THE RIGHT, SADIE ON THE LEFT AND SYDNEY IN THE FORGROUND. SADIE AND SYDNEY I TOOK IN AS THERE OWNERS NO LONGER WANTED THEM.

                                                     

 

                                                                  

                                            LADY CASSANDRA VON LUDON

LADY WAS THE BEGINING OF MY ROTTWEILER YEARS, SHE PRODUCED THREE BEAUTIFUL LITTERS FOR ME AND WAS A BEST FRIEND AND ALWAYS THERE FOR ME. SHE WILL ALWAYS HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART.