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by Michael F. Nyiri
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Monday, May 24th , 2004 : 3:57 p.m. pdt
Ol' 'Dog' was 'Puppy' many years ago,
He'd run real fast to catch the bones I'd throw.
He sometimes ate the paper 'fore twas read
And he'd squirrel himself under the covers of my bed.'Puppy' was a treasure, and a pain at the same time,
But he was always friendly, as he'd find a couch to climb.
I could never be real angry when he angled up his eyes,
He was practicing dog psychology, this I realize.As I grew from boy to man, and 'Puppy' became 'Dog'
Man's best friend accompanied me through holler, over log,
In and around the country, and running down the street
Never did he seem to tire, or did ache his hairy feet.'Dog' was there when Dad passed on, when Mom went away as well.
Standing by with a pant and a sigh, helping me through bitter hell.
And I could only stop and smile when he his paw he offered me
To shake away the troubles with a crooked dog smile, free.The dog-years passed, and he slowed a bit
He ran twice as slow, and his barking fits
Didn't have the bite that they once did before
And at times I had to wait a while for him to go through the door.Ol' 'Dog' was my pal, and my buddy, my friend,
And as I grew up, his aches grew harder to mend
And the dog-years were plentiful, long and unseen
And Ol' 'Dog' had to go, blind and brutal, but cleanNow Ol' 'Dog' is in heaven, and he's 'Puppy' once more
He runs like greased lightnin' and has gumption to spare
He races the other Ol 'Dogs' round the clouds,
And though I sure miss him, I'm sure he does me proud.Cause now he can see again, angling those eyes
He brings me a bird in spirit, he succeeds when he tries
To wake me and the heavens with his now hearty bark,
I will walk with Ol' 'Dog' beside Jesus in the park.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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