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The Light In His Eye

I was there at his birth
One fine summer's day.
He came down to earth
So chipper and gay.
He was tiny and wet,
So timid and shy,
The first sunrise he met
Lit the light in his eye.

He stayed close by his litter
As the wagging of tails
Constituted him fitter,
Put the wind in his sails.
He soon learned to give
All he needed to do,
He learned how to live
His days faithful and true.

We spent many a long year,
He at my side.
We roamed far and near,
We ranged far and wide.
As darkness came o'er
He, guard by me kept,
From his watch on the floor
At night as I slept.

Then, as his dotage grew,
His fire dampened became;
I stayed with him through
The flickering last flame.
Till the end became nigh,
His final last shout,
Till the light in his eye
Gently dimmed and went out.

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A lovely rhyming poem, Alan. It's sad, but your dog appears to have lived for many years. I've had so many dogs and cats that I really ought to pay tribute to them in a poem. We'll see.
You're lucky to have had such a faithful companion. Did you also have the mother doggie? What did you do with the litter?
I've enjoyed your poem very much, you're the best at rhyming. The content, spacing, title and all else are perfect. Bring on some more.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

This particular dog was a Golden Retriever. His kennel name was 'Highbrea Suresam' (2002-2016) but we just called him Sam. I knew his parents although they belonged to a friend. I had first choice of the litter ~ the rest were all spoken for before they were born. He spent his life either out on the Yorkshire moors or swimming in the lake or sea. He was a good friend and I have written a few poems on his behalf.

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It's the way you manage to write it always with a magic pen, this is gorgeous. Dogs really are man's best friend, as you have proved here. Especially Golden's they are full of love and loyalty. As always I've enjoyed very much your poem.

Thank you...Teddy

just a few words scrambled together to remind me of a good friend.

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am a dog-person. Cats are okay and so on with the rest of the pet-world, but dogs have been in first place with me forever.
One of the first poems I ever posted here on Neo. was about a dog that I had and I still miss him very much. All my dogs were special, but I'm sure that you know; that even though they are all one of a kind, there are always the special ones. Sounds like Sam was one of those. Nicely done. ~ Geez.
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It's good to have a dog around (if you like them) Gee. I got my first dog when I was 8 or 10, a dalmation I named him 'Kim' after Kimball O'Hara from Rudyard Kipling's 'Kim'. I have horses around me too but they don't come into the house (often), dogs get a lot closer to you don't they.

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