The story of a dog and his boy,
is the tale I will relate.
Being together brought them much joy,
in a bond God did create.
The boy wanted a dog of his own,
something to love and care for.
Unflinching love he had never known,
from a one he could adore.
Daily the boy searched for the right pup,
soon he became quite bitter.
Finding an ad brought his spirits up,
he got pick of the litter.
Sire and dam were German Shepherd,
fine examples of the breed.
They came to the boy without a word,
knowing just what he did need.
The sire, a guide dog for the blind,
was seemingly unconcerned.
Playing with the pups he did not mind,
the boy's need he had discerned.
The dam was a most excellent bitch,
compassionate and caring.
She leaned on him while he scratched her itch,
and picked the pup most daring.
Proudly the boy brought his new pup home,
knowing they would be best friends.
He loved the pup and would let him roam,
old doubts their friendship transcends.
He taught the pup to fetch and play ball,
the two were seldom apart.
He learned to sit and come to a call,
the pup learned fast from the start.
Over six months they were together,
walking in the woods and rain.
True friendship was their only tether,
separation would bring pain.
Those first six months were wonderful bliss,
then the boy felt a strange urge.
The pup knew that something was amiss,
their thoughts began to diverge.
The boy took to traveling one day,
though the pup was left behind.
For the pup each night the Boy would pray,
he just never left his mind.
For a year or so the boy was gone,
but then returned as a man.
One morning he came home before dawn,
sneaking in was his first plan.
The pup, now a dog, ran to the door,
hackles raised,all teeth and claws.
The dog had quite a surprise in store,
it gave him more than a pause.
The dog's size rocked the man on his heels,
it's back came above his waist.
What the dark hid the light now reveals,
the youth in both was erased.
They acted as if neither had left,
the dog was a pup again.
Though of a year they had been bereft,
they both embraced with a grin.
The dog stood with paws upon shoulders,
looking down in the man's eyes.
The rift that stands between them molders,
into lapping tongues and sighs.
Again they were at each others' side,
for two quite wonderful years.
The past absences were brushed aside,
in a rush of heart-felt tears.
Their bond grew stronger through thick and thin,
acceptance they both did find.
One day the man had to leave again,
still the dog was left behind.
On weekends the man came home to stay,
they were blood brothers you know.
Only the man would the dog obey,
the love between them did grow.
By now you know that dog was mine,
also he had dysplasia.
He developed an arthritic spine,
his vet said euthanasia.
When I was home my dog came alive,
the only time he did so.
To act like a pup my dog did strive,
in spite of me saying, "No."
One night at work I called my mother,
meeting her news with a frown.
Her news was about my blood brother,
seems they went and put him down.
So my mother had lied for three weeks,
about when he was to die.
Bitter tears ran freely down my cheeks,
for I had not said goodbye.
Pain is life, life is short, I will endure.