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I see you running across the field --
playing with the others,
Chasing balls, squirrels, possums, cats --
you're not picky.
Always the chaser -- never the chased.
I see you greeting the children
as they run to you --
They see you as a big, fluffy toy.
You don't even growl when they pull your tail
and your ears.
I see you greeting your friends --
always smiling
that look of pure delight
when they rub your ears.
I see your "hummingbird" tail -
wagging furiously
as you locate something/ someone
in the bushes.
I see you sleeping -
your arms outstretched
as though you were praying.
Have you found Him?
Has He taken you into His arms
and told you what a good dog you are -
and what a good job you did
getting me not just to love you -
but teaching me how to accept your love?
Has He said - well done, good
and faithful servant?
Has He given you another field
with green grass
and balls, possums, squirrels and cats to chase?
You are free, now
my puppy.
You are not bound by your old, tired body -
Go in peace, then.
And remember --
you will always be
my buddy, my pal,
my love,
my best friend.
This blog is dedicated to my best friend, Moose - Standard Poodle, who taught me how to be loved. Rest well my friend.
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