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A little runt of the litter who gave 18 years of unquestionable love, loyalty and trust. |
An unusually chill night for Autumn The wind had struck up a gale And the rain had set in for the evening while soon with the wind came the hail. He knew she was out there among it a tiny creature, so helpless and small The Runt of the Litter they called her but to him, she wasn’t at all. He’d seen her at birth and decided that she would come home, be with him It wasn’t a spur of the moment This conclusion wasn’t a whim. So at five weeks he went to collect her brought her in from the cold and the rain from then on she brought joy and contentment And his life was never the same. Eighteen years she was part of his family A little black dog he named Holly A being made of delight and affection And from that day, he’d never been sorry. He watched her grow into a lady When the moment summoned the day that her puppy-hood leave her forever she was companion and friend all the way. She was ready to play when you wanted And even when you did not Her coal eyes that twinkled were hopeful that you might throw the ball that she’s got And when you were sad she’s beside you Kissing away all your tears Protecting you from all kinds of strangers With a bark to dispel all your fears. When the night fell and shrouded in darkness she’d lay with her head on your heart and dream of adventures tomorrow with the fun and the games she’d impart, But till then she’d be right there beside you A friend, a companion, a mate A creature who’d been grateful since autumn, Always grateful; ‘Thank you for keeping our date.’ |