IN LOVING MEMORY OF ZORO:
He knew the time was coming. The time that he had dread.
As he stroked his silver muzzle and scratched his weary head.
Ole Blue had rarely failed him in his 14 yrs on Earth.
The many hides they gathered had proven Ole Blues worth.
His memories flashed back to the trophies Ole Blue had won.
The congratulations they had received for how Ole Blue had done.
The friends they made and hunts they had,quickly raced through his mind.
He wanted to change the out come of old man time.
He had Blues son's and daughters but they just weren't the same.
There just wasn't any quite as good to take on Ole Blues name.
Oh they could get the job done. Each in there own way you see.
But he wanted another like Ole Blue that could make history.
As he recalled Ole Blue's last treed coon a tear rolled down his face.
As Ole Blue closed his eyes and went to that eternal place.
It was with great sadness. He knew there was nothing he could do
Ole Blues time had come.The Final hunt was through.
