All these 12 years
You have been my partner, my teacher, my sifu.
Faithful, hard working, solid Orrin
I will wipe the sleep from your eyes.
I will help you down the truck ramp.
I will support you and be your strength
when you cannot find it for yourself.
We will track together until you cannot any longer
We will search together until you cannot any longer
I will help you walk until you cannot any longer
Then I will carry you
Until I cannot any longer
I love you Sir Orrin,
my partner, my teacher, my sifu
By Maureen Fielding
I wrote this poem when Orrin was 12, seeing him in his last year, starting to ail. He taught me all I knew about tracking, and I owe him everything. He did his last track, slow and deliberate, a week before he passed. he met with his best friend and tracking buddy, Raven, for the last time. They made an agreement to meet on the other side, and Raven passed on the 7th. Orrin would have followed the same day, but I needed to carry him for 4 more days until I could not any longer, and the joy slipped from his being.
Salute to a true Champion, Sir Orrin.
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