A dog is a limitless friend but that brings with in a price


He's big at 80 pounds
White disheveled fur
Of a go dog not
A show dog

My helper in the garden
My companion on
Early walks
My guardian always

He hears my prayers
He intuits my moods
He fills my loneliness
He respects my thoughts

He lies there now
His favourite rug
Before a lazy fire
Dreaming as dogs
Do of squirrels
And such

If love exists within me
The kind that needs
No words then
He has mine

But sadness enters
My thoughts today
Jake is ten
I seventy four

One of us will stand guard
Over the other's grave
And feel the loss
That has no words

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-08 at 02:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Joe, bittersweet.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is really lovely, Joe; the affectionate relationship between you and Jake really shines through :>)

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Named after the Laird Jake?

Oh, how beautifully articulated! I cherish the image of "his favourite rug"; I could never own pets owing to allergies to fur and dander, but the image of a dog or a cat sunning herself or himself on a favourite rug has always appealed to me! The poignancy of the ending enhances and underscores the joys and pleasures of the poem. Well done!