Ode to a Boy's Dog
A friend has left
and gone away
and taken with him
my sunny day.
My boy, Bru;
who has stood by
has run his course
and had to die.
I carried him out
into the yard
and said my goodbyes
oh so hard.
He will missed
there is no doubt
those loving eyes
and cold, wet snout.
I wear his chain
every day
to remind me now
he's gone away.
I hope that he
is up with dad
playing catch
and feeling glad.
And when, like him,
may race is run
I'll join them both
in heavenly fun.
stu pidasso
7August2009
