Shalom to Zaar, mark's beloved four-legged accomplice

[judih]

conveyed words
dissolved past tense
Zaar walks beyond



(mark has announced Zaar's passing. Let's word in honour of the dog who frequented our jams more than any other non-typing participant)

[joel]

here blessed wrestlers
your opponent and referee and fanbase
your true friend is unity

[gypsyjoker]

best friend travells on
enters puppy dog heaven
all dogs in heaven

inter spiecies love
of mice and men
mammalian solidarity

[Arcadia]

I´ll miss Zaar
in Wireman´s poems
maybe not

[stilltrucking]

Maybe not,

I guess I understand,

but

I sure do miss wireman's city

My home town

a new city where I would be a stranger

we used to jam, me in black in white

and his in technicolor

mind pretty soundless

his like jazz

[Dave The Dov]

Zaar was never far from his master's side
He would call to him and always running
Tail wagging and a look of happiness on Zaar's face
The two were never apart for too long
Walks in the parks and in the fields
LOOK there goes a rabbit and off Zaar went chasing after it
Such joy did they bring to each other
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Honda NH series

[mousey1]

I completely sympathize.

I remember well the tears I've shed
Over the loss of fourlegged devoted friends
Who greet a homecomer
Like no human can
Dancing and twirling at your feet
As if you've been gone a lifetime
No embarassment
No attempts at fake decorum
Unabashed delight
At the sight
Of me
Just me
A pat on the head
The only reward
They seem to require




Sometimes I wish I had a tail to wag
To show my happiness
And love

[WIREMAN]

just saw this......thanks to everyone....Zaar was my sidekick, and irrepalceable, a charmer sitting proud in my big red toyota truck, nose to the ground on the scent he glowed golden each night at sunset upon these charm city streets....you all are awesome!

[stilltrucking]

I remember well the tears I've shed
Over the loss of fourlegged devoted friends

I don't believe in puppy dog heaven
Just one day walking in the Shenandoah Valley with a feisty little white bitch called "puppy dog" she weren't no puppy anymore but the name had stuck. Just one of those Maslow Moments:
Cool fall day sunshine and a gentle breeze. She was in puppy dog heaven. Ten years and sometimes I have to remind myself that she is dead. Her waveform has just collapsed . No I don't believe in puppy dog heaven any more. AS bizarre as it sounds she just slid over to a parallel universe

Ellinore Roosevelt on reincarnation paraphrase from memory
"I find it no more bizare that I showed up in another universe than I do that I showed up in this one."

I love that Thomas Mann short story A Man And His Dog sounds like Zaar