He was a good dog.
He made everyone feel like he loved them best
but he always kept his eye on me --
sleek body poised
muscles all aquiver
he would wait
for supper
for the ball to be thrown
for me to to come home
He was a good dog
And he always kept his eye on the ball --
right up to the end
when he all he could manage to catch
was his breath.
He was a good dog
And he kept his eye on the door
until he couldn't wait any longer --
A sunrise sculpture on a beach
somewhere in Italy
was all I could give him
and I shall miss him forever.
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