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Thee Sgt. Mac.
Thee Sgt. Mac

We walked side-by-side across this great
nation’s canyons and pine forests.

We saved each other’s life; yours from icy
rushing waters,  mine from the heartache of
battles long ago.

We stood humbly before the Wall filled with
our brother’s and sister’s  names.

My heart was filled with pain when I gently
closed your eyes and had to let you go ahead.
The lessons you taught me have helped ease
the emptiness since.

Wait patiently my dear friend, until I hook your
Silver Harness one final time.  
We have adventures yet to share.

Updated - 9/26/18  A letter from
Ron concerning Mac:

I have heard of the guy who runs the
dogs.  His new home is only
a few miles from my friend's house
up in Rodman, NY.  I used to go
sledding with Sgt. Mac up at Tug Hill
years ago.  I think I told you
the story of almost losing him when
he fell through a frozen creek and
was pulled under the ice on one of
our weekend adventures up there.
Later, I took Dawson and Harmony
as a team and we would camp o/n.  
forest trails up there are well
groomed by the Parks & Rec,  it can
a very desolate area once you leave
the confines of the trees.

Fred agreed that it would be fitting for Mac and
I to be together again in the gulf near the Cabin.

The two most important days of your life are the day you were born
and the day you find out why.  Mark Twain
Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog. Sydney Jeanne Seward

A poem I found that Ron had saved
shortly after Mac passed.  

So, this is where we part, My Friend,
and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you'll surely find

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not it's length.
One long embrace before you leave
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remmber well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this....I loved you best.

Jim Willis 2002