THE DOG WHO WAS

Barbara "BJ" Andrews © 1980

He came into the world that day
Searching, eager, shining wet.
All rooting, lusting, hungry mouth
Seeking life and breath and yet,

As he lay struggling in my hand
I clearly saw his destiny!
More than just another pup,
A dog who was to be ….
A Dog.

He quickly grew in size and strength,
He ate with gay abandon
Shoes and books, and sister’s tails,
anything at random!

He stood apart, that handsome guy,
A Prince for all to see.
A crown and aura he possessed,
This dog who was to be…
A King.

When all grown up, he made his way
Into a world of glitter.
Points and trophies, accolades;
The finest in his litter.

He dethroned the reigning champs
In one great winning spree.
From coast to coast, they knew him well,
This dog who was to be…
A Legend.

When in his prime, he’d take your breath.
Massive head and jaws of steel,
A hundred-weight of brutal strength
Whose eyes could not conceal

Great arrogance and stubborn pride
And love for none but me.
And while he scorned both man and beast,
I knew this dog to be…
My Friend.

For thirteen years I shared his life,
He, ever faithful at my side;
And when our journey slowed a bit,
Still he walked with youthful pride.

And so one night when I awoke,
His piercing eyes upon me,
We said farewell as old friends do, knowing
We would once more be…
Together.

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