He will sit with us patiently
until we are ready
to leave
We are proud of ourselves
when we teach him
to shake
He is grateful that we love him
but who couldn't love such
a good dog?
Golden fur like the hair
of one hundred
new babies
A loyalty as beautiful as any
woman could be
it is pure
Sleeping for the day to disappear
until John is home
to be happy
One bark says everything
he needs to say
to us
What his eyes don't know
does not matter
shouldn't
There is a place for him
in the ground when
he dies
By Timothy Poovey
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