by Ulyss Rubey

I chiseled his name
upon a stone-
in his favorite place
where he loved to roam-

and buried him there
just the other day-
it's hard to write
with tears in the way

Eighteen years
of love and trust-
eighteen years
with my ol pal Luck.

For eighteen years
he'd wait by the gate-
till i came home,
no matter how late.

I wonder how long
that I'll shed a tear-
when i come home,
and he's not there.

Pals we were,
pals we'll stay-
he'll live in my heart
till the end of my days.


Author's Note: I know this is a very simple poem, but it is for my dog. You can also read it if you like.

Posted on 03/05/2004
Copyright © 2023 Ulyss Rubey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/10/04 at 02:49 AM

I can so easily identify. Because I love my MOWGLI more than I have ever loved any one.And well, I dont want to see my self doing what you had to. This is making me sad.

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