: A tribute
Posted: July 8, 2008 Filed under: Art and Photography, Gompa Lhasa Apsos 1 CommentThis post will circle back, paying tribute not only to a special little dog, but to the many people out there in the ephemeral world of cyberspace, ending with the last stanza of a poem sent titled Touch Of The ‘Net, author unknown.
Through fibers, disks, and such.
May cold computer magic turn
To caring, human touch.
Panchen, One Champ of a Dog, has passed through his final door on this planet.
His life’s story, his journey including one last compassionate journey with Susan touched so many hearts.
Katy was moved to sketch – then paint – his aged body, full of nooks and crannies. Words, posted on her blog, pay tribute to this little dog’s spirit. Fare thee well, Travelin’ Man! Godspeed!
Susan shared a series of photos, taken yesterday morning on her porch, which she titled Last Morning on Langner.
The pillow Kathy embellished with an embroidered heart and a little dog bone rests behind him.
This past week Time in a Bottle kept going through Kathy’s mind…
Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce If I could save Time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
‘Til Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
CHORUS:
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time withIf I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
And from Vickie..
The message came today,
Propelled through wires at speed of light,
From near or far away.
A staunch and mighty guard,
A loving comfort, Hero spawn,
Fair grist for any bard.
And friends to mourn his death,
She left behind a wash of tears,
As she breathed her last breath.
And contact now is found
With folks that we may never see
But feel with touch profound.
Shape words of joy or pain,
We teach and learn and share our lives
And blessings deep we gain.
And tears flow down my face,
I share a loss and try to find
Pure words of peace and grace.
A precious life has passed.
We take them in, they bless our lives,
Then leave us much too fast.
Our short-lived friends to keep,
In stories, images and thoughts,
To calm us as we weep.
Through fibers, disks, and such.
May cold computer magic turn
To caring, human touch.
Kunza at FleetFire Timbers 
Thank you all for this beautiful tribute to Panchen-Champ.