I first wrote this a year ago, when we thought we'd lost our dog; and now it looks likely; so, I have revised it, and I don't think I'll get a second chance.


A spade stands ready

(Bobby, Springer Spaniel)

A spade now stands ready beside the shed;
such a cold January and he’s not yet dead.
He may be ill, he may have forgotten,
what a dog is trained to do, but he’s ours,
and he’s given us of his very best.
So, we shall watch and mind him in the hours,
to help him along to his long days rest;
and then, when all is remembered and said,
the spade will be ready beside the shed.

© D G Moody 2023





Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-01-15 at 18:57

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm living through this daisy has started having epileptic fits.
Awaiting on head scan to see if it's more serious.
Pet's are not just pet's there our family, so I know
how your feeling. Take care at this troublesome time.
Wishing you all the best. regards Alan
2023-01-25


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
My condolences my friend. I Am in the same place and understand your mood. Beautifully and sensitively expressed.
2023-01-16


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Very sad poem that I know is written from your very heart. May that day when the spade is needed be a long way off... please.
Blessings and love,
Allen
2023-01-16