Found a poem I wrote about my, now deceased, big dog. He died after I had to have him put down due to rabies vaccinosis. I wrote it in his healthy days. I loved him, he was born in my hands and died in my hands. This poem represents his gentle loyalty.
I am watching my gentle big dog
From the kitchen window:
Strolling over a sunlit deck
Going nowhere special,
Spots my jacket
Fallen off the chair
Sniffing, checking carefully
Softly wags his tail
Thank you for sharing a moment in time...
That's a sweet poem. You must have loved him.
Sorry about your loss, besides your poem I'm sure that you have lots of great memories. Thanks for sharing your poem with us.
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