He opened up the door and pushed her out,
She was a dappled grey scrappy thing...
Her legs were short and stubby
Some places a little grubby,
Her fur a little scruffy without a doubt.
I asked the man why he left her there?
He turned to me and said Hell I don't care,
what happens to that ugly thing.
She never was no good for me.
Good riddance! Now I'm free!"
I just stood and stared.
He left out and I called her name.
She laid her head upon my knee.
With eyes of love anyone could see
that she was special.
We rode home and shared a meal
I knew then I'd never be the same.
So many years have gone since then
My loyal , dear faithful friend!
Not regrets or any doubts
You are the stuff that life's about.
Heart as big as a hundred men,
Constant companion to the end.
So now I lay you down to sleep,
Forever rest you're now at peace.
I know you'll still watch over me,
with wagging tail, and boundless glee,
Someday I'll meet you at the gates,
And we'll be home.
"Old friend it's time to go....
Your body's old and it's moving slow..
And I can't bear to watch you suffer so.
You've been a good and faithful friend,
The day has come to an end,
You were somebody's castaway...
But now forever you will be my hero."
by Kelly Dickinson