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Pala
by Carole Davis
Pala
Valentine's Day the people came home to a surprise.
They saw so many little puppies before their eyes.
Mama Chanel was proud as can be.
The master knelt down on knee to welcome the new family.
Some were curly; some were straight.
Some were big; one was such a runt.
The masters took them to the vet and bobbed their tails.
The biggest one gave out a big wail.
Doc said they were all healthy as can be.
The masters had papa and mama plus the family.
Running, playing, exploring -- what fun!
They keep their masters on the run.
Delightful and cute as puppies can be.
Too late the masters discovered their fate.
One by one, life left each pup.
The plague hit and it was too late.
Concerned papa gave the puppies a lick.
He was next to succumb.
Mama mourned and sighed.
Still one pup remained, weak and so sick.
The master took the little pup.
She gave him a warm water bath,
and put him in a sling that clung
to the warmth of her body.
Broth a drip at a time was given.
The sick pup began to recover.
Recover he did and fast.
Soon he was well -- no longer ill.
Pala was the name chosen
for a miracle he was given.
Mama and son survived.
They were great companions.
In time, Mama died and left Pala behind.
Pala, lover of affection and lots of attention,
was the last dog around.
His appetite did abound.
Hot dogs were his favorite treat.
Offer a hot dog and he'll think you're neat!
He followed his masters around the house.
Dinner time was such fun!
He would beg with sad eyes.
In case, they ignored his pleas,
He would scratch them on the knee.
If one was sick, never fear,
he would stay very near.
If a stranger was at the door,
he would bark and bark some more.
The neighbors Pala knew
and he begged for hot dogs, too.
Love he spread around.
His kisses did abound.
He liked attention, you bet.
One day he went to the vet.
Not quite the same was he.
He had less teeth and less masculinity.
For thirteen wonderful years,
he lived to protect and love the family.
He kept burglars away.
Early one morning, outdoor to do his chore
he saw a ferocious sight -- a coyotte by the door.
Of course, he ran -- you bet!
Safely on the bed he climbed.
With a weak little bark and whine.
That morning he learned new respect
for the outdoors coyotte he met.
Now Pala was aging it was true.
The masters said he was getting old.
Keep him healthy was their cue.
But this one thing they couldn't do.
He suddenly became very ill.
They were with him in the end.
The loving heart quit beating then.
He is laid to rest in the yard
that he loved the best.
Pala, the masters will meet again
for this isn't the end.
Comments would be appreciated by the
author, Carole Davi
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