I have “owned” many dogs (or many dogs have “owned” me). For one of them to die is – as all dog lovers know – a deeply traumatic
experience.
~ Alan
Just a dog
He was just a dog,
That’s all he was, they said.
And of course he was
Just a dog.
But he was my dog.
And when I stroked him
I was stroking ten years of love,
Ten years of sleeping on my bed,
Ten years of walks in rain and shine,
Ten years of leaps and licks when I came home,
Ten years of life – his life and mine.
So yes, it’s true.
He was just a dog.
But when my just a dog died
Part of me died too.
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