|Birth: ||Mar. 17, 1977|
New Jersey, USA
|Death: ||Oct. 5, 1989|
New Jersey, USA
Poko was a mixed breed dog; part Weirmarner, part Beagle. Abused as a puppy, we happened upon him when my grandfather came across an abused dog in the newspaper. He had my mom call about that dog. The woman at the shelter said that dog was adopted, but there was an another available. One young dog too scared to even go to a shelter. Left alone and locked in a hot garage in August, a neighbor found this little angel whimpering and scared, thirsty and very upset. She took the dog in and fell in love with him. Unfortunately, between allergies and a new baby that family couldn't keep him. The night Poko came home I was 17 years old and my mom picked me up from work. He greeted me in a way I'll never forget. He ran to me, jumped up and wrapped his paws around my waist. I dropped down to hug him and at that very second fell in love. November 23, 1977.
He was one of the best dogs anyone could ever ask for, intelligent, sweet, loving and he always knew when you were down, lending you his head to pet and a paw to hold. Never in over 12 years did that dog do anything to make his family upset. Except when he left us. He was gentle and loving. Happy to just sit at your feet as long as he knew you were there for him, he would be there for you. I always said he was an angel on earth and one bitter cold snowy morning he proved it to me. A baby bird laid frozen out in the snow. This darling little angel of a dog took the bird in his mouth, gently as not to hurt it. Brought it in to his bed and tried to revive it. Never wanting to cause it harm he seemed to know that this poor frozen creature needed love and warmth. Poko did not like yelling or fighting. One day he saw me rub my mom's back, to him it must have looked like I was hitting her. Poko came to me, with his big brown eyes and took my hand from her back. Holding it in his mouth to stop me from what he believed was harming her. My mom and I would tease him sometimes staging a fight to see what he would do, each time he would stop the one doing the hitting. He was that sweet. That is just a little bit of how loving this dog was. One morning, after being told he didn't have long to live we found him, laying peacefully next to my mom finally at rest. That was one of the hardest days of my life. Two dear friends dug a grave and built a coffin for him. He was laid to rest in our back yard. He's missed and will be loved always. The day before he died, and the days following, the same song went through my mind. He may have not been a hero to the world. But, many times Poko did things to be my hero.
Poko's dear friend, and mine, Loretta Hartos-King passed away recently. Loretta helped bury this precious wonderful dog. She did so when she was so sick with cancer. Never complaining or telling anyone just how sick she was at the time. She was one wonderful, loving, lady. Please in honor of Poko stop by her memorial and leave her a flower. Thank you.
~~For my little Poko~~
Wind Beneath My Wings
It must have been cold there in my shadow
To never have sunlight on your face
You were content to let me shine, that's your way
You always walked a step behind
So I was the one with all the glory
While you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name, for so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
If I can fly higher than an eagle
You are the wind beneath my wings
It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I've got it all here in my heart
I want you to know I know the truth
Of course I know it
I would be nothing with out you
Fly, fly, fly away
You let me fly so high
Oh, fly, fly
So high against the sky
So high I almost touch the sky
Thank you, thank you, thank god for you
The wind beneath my wings
~AND ALWAYS IN MY HEART~
When Poko left us and went to Rainbow Bridge, my mom and I were convinced we could never be lucky enough to get another like him. We didn't, no one could replace his sweet spirit. We did however get a yellow lab that would become her own sweet spirit in time. Please stop by and say hi to
And my other sweet furbabies.
My Beloved Pets
Specifically: Poko was not cremated. The day he passed two very dear friends. Loretta and Andy King helped my mom and I. Andy built the coffin and Loretta helped dig the grave. Poko rests in his own back yard with his canine brother PK.
Created by: An Angel Above
Record added: Mar 28, 2004
Find A Grave Memorial# 8570815