Come and see us at Discover Dogs on Saturday 14th and Sunday 15th November at London’s Earls Court 2 exhibition hall. We’ll be there and delighted to see you at talk ‘Irish Terriers’. Looking forward to seeing you.
REMBERANCE SUNDAY
MEMORIAL TO ANIMALS IN WAR Some years ago I heard of a plan to build a Memorial in London to honour and remember the animals who served, suffered and died with the British and Commonwealth Forces in the last century. It seemed an inspired tribute long overdue. I was ‘fired up’ at once to make sure that the courageous Irish Terriers who had served in the trenches in World War 1 should be remembered. In November 2004 I was thrilled and privileged to be at the unveiling ceremony and yes, they are there, our beloved Irish, the name carved in the stone and a jaunty head held high tucked under a goat’s beard! I was moved to tears. We had raised sufficient funds to qualify as sponsors and there is a debt of gratitude to everyone’s dedicated generosity. We are, as yet, the only breed to be mentioned by name. The Memorial is stunningly beautiful; a place of stillness and remembrance amidst the swirling traffic in London’s Park Lane. Every animal from dogs, cats, goats, bullocks, mules, donkeys and horses to camels and elephants and of course, the messenger pigeons are carved exquisitely on a curved wall of Portland stone. There are beautiful bronze statues of a mule, a donkey, a dog and a horse all walking into a ‘better world’. The Princess Royal unveiled the monument, a trumpeter sounded a call and a flight of pigeons flew up, up over our heads. I was filled with joy and thought at last the animals are remembered. Don’t forget to say our prayer for the animals The Irish Terriers In The Great War For the war they fought For a task unsought For the joy they brought And the love they brought We will remember them. |
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Lucy Jackson Remembrance Sunday Remembrance Sunday The dogs are here We come each year to the War Memorial Wearing our poppies “Their forebears served in the trenches” I say, several times, very loudly, I do wish they’d stand still and look gallant Instead of scrubbling for crumbs And bubble gum stuck to the pavement They peer around hoping to spot a chum They do love a crowd But when the bugle sounds We are silent And I, a wartime child, remembering the Dead Bend over their heads To bury my grief in their dancing eyes. Lucy Jackson Listen to it on the website read by Jenny Sterke
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