Just a dog?

My Deli Manager, Sandra, just recently had to say good-bye to one of her dogs last month. She asked me if I would put a poem she wrote in a nice frame. How could I say no? She had Symba for about 14 years. He is the German Shepard.


The poem reads:
"Every time I hear those words
my blood pressure starts to rise
They are always uttered by
those who think they are wise
But how little they know
and just don’t seem to understand
What a pleasure one feels when
a four-legged “FRIEND” licks their hand.
They don’t know the joy of walking
into a home filled with a special love
Or what it’s like to be greeted by
a wagging tail and a playful shove
A dog gives so much
and asks so little in return
He’s eager to please
and willing to learn
He’ll fetch, sit, lay down,
heel, speak, and guard
And ask for no more than
a meal and a trip to the yard
When you are feeling down
and having a bad day
His little antics always
chase your gloom away
JUST A DOG? No way
at least not to me
He’s my friend, my pal,
and a member of the family
And when God decides
his life on earth must end
I know there is a special place
in Heaven reserved just for him."

“MY FRIEND” MARCH 26, 2008