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MinasView Labrador Retrievers

As a breeder of puppies, one would assume that we only deal with the birth of a dog, however this is far from the truth; for most of our puppies are going to homes that have loved a lab before or due to nature are aware they may soon have to say good-bye to that beloved bestfriend. A new puppy does not replace an old friend but fills the void he created when he left. An old dog teaches the new puppy how to behave in the new home, but greater than this he has already taught his owners lessons in life, love and patience. We as "masters" think we are the teachers, however the "real" teacher is the one lying at your feet teaching you how to be a good owner.

The poem I would like to share on this page was written by one of our new puppy owners (2010) and was written when he had to say good-bye...please read, but grab a kleenex first, or a box..."thank you Butch, for a beautiful poem" 


The story I’m about to tell is sad but true,

About my test of love and how it can happen to you.

A long time ago when I was a very young man,

On the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia is where it all began.

I’m not sure of the exact date, but the month was May,

A beautiful Labrador puppy was born and I fell in love with him right away.

There were ten black puppies born in all,

The one I picked wasn’t the biggest – he was really quite small.

He was the runt of the litter, that was for sure,

To me he was lovely, friendly and the papers said he was from good stock and pure.

I went into the kennel to see all the puppies and knelt where the mother lay,

The puppies all ignored me, but this little one came to me right away.

I was interested in a bigger puppy, I’ll tell no lies,

But I fell in love with this playful fellow when he looked me in the eyes.

I guess I’ve been a sportsman from the day I was born,

Between hunting and Labrador Retrievers my love has always been torn.

Off to the woods I take my Lab, training and playing all day long,

I never went anywhere without him from that day on.

Like most hunters we had our own little spot,

It was in the Annapolis Valley and during hunting season we could be found there a lot.

Between two maple trees on top of a little hill,

We would watch ducks fly into the pond below and camouflaged would sit very still.

Even if we never got anything we were still happy as could be,

Just to spend time in the woods with him meant everything to me.

With hunting season over we would still visit out favorite little hill,

My Lab loved this place and to this day I remember him there still.

I would throw sticks in the pond and he would swim and play,

To us this was heaven and I could watch him all day.

When I would tell him it was time to come home,

He would try and stay and whine and moan.

Like a child you would have to promise to come back,

However, deep down I loved this place as much as him and that was a fact.

As the years drifted by, we would still chase after the duck and the dove,

I didn’t know it then, but soon I would have to face my test of love.

The seasons would come and the seasons would go,

My little Lab puppy started to grow older and slow.

For thirteen years my vet would check him and say he was fine,

This time proved different, he told me my friend had a lump on his hip and it wasn’t benign.

I told the vet to operate right away,

Regardless of price to keep him alive there was nothing I would not pay.

I tried everything, three operations and all the medications the vet knew,

But the cancer was winning and there was nothing he could do.

It didn’t take long for my old friend to slide down,

He could no longer run and had a hard getting around.

How can you argue with God above,

I pleaded, I prayed, I wasn’t ready for my test of love.

Even though I knew it was the right thing, the decision was mine,

I cried as my heart broke as we went to the vet for the very last time.

For my best friend, this was the way it had to be,

To do this for him was my test of love you see.

It’s been many years now, but I miss him still,

I often visit him between those two maple trees on our favorite little hill,

In his memory I will no longer hunt there, but I still sit and talk to him all day,

I now find a rare beauty as I watch the duck in the pond at play.

So my little Lab puppy, I dedicate this poem to you,

In my heart and in my mind “Civi” I will always love you!

By Avery Fahie