“Good Boy”

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Sandy Paws just a month ago 🙂

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Sandy was the Toto to my Dorothy 

When I was in second grade, a dream came true: we got a dog. It was rather unexpected, but it was probably one of the happiest days of my life, never mind the fact that our new puppy was sent to live at Grandma and Grandpa’s house a month later (on my birthday no less…worst birthday ever…). I remember taking home the tiny ball of brown fur and showing “Sandy Paws” off proudly to our neighbors. When, a few years later, Sandy Paws returned to live with us, I was excited all over again. Home just was never the same without a little creature begging for food while I tried to eat, running to meet me after school, or napping at my feet as I practiced piano.

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That said, it broke my heart to hear that Sandy was suddenly

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Baby Seth and Puppy Sandy 

very sick and, being away at college, to suffer the loss of this beloved dog without my family or even getting to pet him one last time. Honestly, I am dreading returning home for summer vacation a little bit because I know no joyous canine will come running to meet me with doggy kisses and a toy for me to throw. But, as usual, it was easier to express all of these emotions in poetry than unfeeling prose. I’ll miss you Sandy Paws and love you still. Theology may or may not support me on this, but I hope to see you again someday. Until then, this one’s for you:

 

“Good Boy”

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Human, what’s the matter?

Why is your face so sad?

Can I make it better?

Have I done something bad?

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Master, are you alright?

Will you be okay?

I’m trying with all my might,

But just cannot obey.

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Friend, will you be secure?

When I can’t be your guard?

Without this watch of fur,

Who’ll scare cats from the yard?

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Pal, who will come to greet

You when you’re home from school?

Who will happily eat

The crumbs beneath your stool?

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Buddy, who will be there

Beside you when you’re sick?

Who will act like he cares

As you teach silly tricks?

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Chum, who’ll fetch what you throw?

Or bark at the front door?

Or be companion as you grow

When I am here no more?

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Owner, who will lick your tears,

And offer a chew toy?

I know you’ll miss me, dears.

For I was your “good boy.”

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3 thoughts on ““Good Boy”

  1. Ahh dog stories always get me. Thank you for sharing yours.

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  2. Grandma says:

    Beautifully written, Ryanne. There never was a sweeter little dog. I will miss him bounding through the doorway to kiss me when I arrive at your house and jumping up in my lap for me to pet him. I will miss seeing him jump for joy when the leash came out signaling walk time, playing chase with his little toys, and watching him beg for a bite of whatever the humans were eating. I will miss his sweetness, his softness, his friendliness, his cuddling, and his quiet patience just waiting for everyone to finish whatever they are doing and come play with him. He will be forever in our hearts. – Grandma P.

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