ginniesark

Big sad brown eyes,
they showed much love. Fast in his youth,
he flew like a dove.
Some say,
just a hound.
But, they do not  understand,
by love, we are bound.

My life he protected,
from the day I was born. Gone now,
his death I will mourn.

More of a dog,
than words can say. All who knew him agree,
to his worth none can say nay.

This poem cannot do him justice,
cannot show his beauty. A KING in his way,
he did more than his duty,

A dog that helped raise me,
he guarded me, Never a thought to his safety,
he filled my heart with glee.

A companion he was,
a friend in need. Gentle as a lamb,
yet his warning prowlers did heed.

If there is a place,
where good dogs go, Old Jethro is there,
I know.

If not,
he lives on in my heart, Also in his pups.
With his memory I’ll never part.

They took him away,
while I was at school. He was left with strangers,
he was shoved into a chamber by some fool.

As the gas was turned on
I wonder what he felt, Abandoned there by someone he loved,
a harder blow couldn’t be dealt.

His faith shattered,
They said it was best. No more suffering,
he could finally rest.

But, WE NEVER SAID GOOD-BYE.

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