Shasta Cove Dogs
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Tuxedo

Tuxedo died on Thursday,
His death was swift and quiet, as was his way.
Tuxedo
Always there, Tux was the backbone of our pack.
A graceful, playful, loving companion to each one of us.
In whatever situation arose he knew just what to do,
how to be....whether it was playing with Emma or Henry,
diffusing a situation with Sally, running with Jasper,
stepping aside for Abbey, or simply lying quietly by the fire with Hank....
his love was unwavering: steady, deep, and sure.
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Tux was part greyhound and part black lab.
His legs were long, his body lean,
he leapt like a gazelle, ran with the wind,
played rambunctiously, and dug deeply.
His excavations have become legend.
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He did not simply dig holes.
With Emma supervising and Henry testing depths,
Tux dug caves and trenches from one end of our meadow to the other.
We often wondered if Tux was digging for deeply buried treasure.
We know now that he is the treasure to be found in his digs;
when the snows melt we will spread his ashes
through-out his excavations.
TUXEDO!
The speed he flies with is strong, bold, ecstatic;
Gravity cannot contain him,
Nature rejoices at this dog's splendor,
The pure thrill that makes the wind dance.
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After Tux died, we looked up and this is what we saw.
The full Moon, to light his way.



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