This is a story of another soldier, a dog that was treated badly by his previous owners at a place I worked at in a Garden Nursery, this dog was looking for someone who really cared about animals, he just needed a chance and a real home, not to be locked away behind a wire fence to only find lizards to eat, and to drink out of the dirty landscaped ponds, these same people treated me badly as well, when I hurt my back on a work site, while using me as a human crane, to bring down a hillside some large sandstone rocks from a face of that hill, on a private property, I was then taken advantage of, this dog like me didn’t trust people anymore, his name was BOBBY BWIB, the beautiful wonderful intelligent boy that he was.
I had my Army uniform on as I picked him up off the driveway and again to put him in his bed back home.
My back was bad and in some pain, and mum asked me not to go to the train station at that time, as she was worried about me.
I had no blood on my uniform after picking him up, and he was covered in it, he never complained and died like a soldier would.
We both heard on the morning news on Anzac Day that a Policeman who was on his way into the Anzac march on that rail line, was at the time on that train in the morning stabbed with a knife by two Asians, at the time.
I would have been on that train, in Fairfield, where I was born it could have been where I would have meet my death.
Only Bobby knows why God wanted him to die for me an Anzac Day. I will know one day. I will be listening from now on. I never went to the Anzac march on that day, as I was in too much shock.
As Mum and I later left the Vets we saw a pelican in the sky heading for the ocean on that day. It is both our kind of special sea bird, it was flying towards the sea, I thought it was Strange to see such a single pelican so fare from the coast, and in Campbell town of all places where Bobby in the morning died. I said to Mum I like to believe it was “Bobby - Bwib” returning to the sea where he always wanted to be.
BLESSED ARE THOES WHO ENDURE IN PEACE AND SILENCE,
BY OUR HEAVENELY FATHER OUR GOD ABOVE OF THE MOST HIGH.
THEY WILL BE CROWNED AND NEVER FORGOTTEN IN GOD’S KINDOM.
WITH HIS LOVE AND OUR ETERNITY.
Written for my Labrador female Dog named “Gina” that saved the life of my Brother Paul’s daughter named Sandi, at a water fall on the Central coast, that bought her back from the edge of the sandstone cliff, that meant certain death for Sandi if she took anymore steps forward, Gina’s training as a seeing eye dog kicked in that placed herself between Sandi and herself that took her away from the edge of the cliff I was told in reflection by Sandi herself years later of the close call as a young girl, Gina was my only companion that understood my nature, because Gina had unconditional love, her kidneys were failing and she was in pain as I left her with the vet, that told me over the phone that she had to have kidney dialysis to treat her that was her only chance, but it was expensive and prolonged, I was unemployed and fighting to hold myself together after having another break down in 1995 when we were living with Mum and Pop in Toowoomba, I asked the vet would she still be in pain? He said there was no grantees at her age as she was almost 15 years old, and it might not work in her case.
I told Mum it is over, and she will need me now to make her pain go away, I was in a borrowed van that I could transport her to the farm where I was helping in building an Art studio for a teacher at the university of Southern Queensland , he said I could bury her out on his farm where I was working to be close to her, I was not even in the vets driveway when I heard Gina barking from behind the brick wall, how would she even know that it was even me? My heart was breaking and I was at the point of crying, that she knew I was coming to release her from her pain, she was placed by the vet into my arms inside to comfort her inside the van as I spoke to her as she closed her eyes for the last time, I stopped outside the local church to say to God that I know he cares for the living and mostly in times like this for his animals that are dying or for people that are to be buried, Gina was buried with some photos of myself, Mum and Pop.
This is a photo of myself and Gina, while holding her in a cuddle in this photo just days before she was to be freed of her pain, she is lying in peace on a property out near Toowoomba where she is waiting for my return. I miss her every day. ROSSCOE.