Word came to me on a typical work-day,
I heard "A litter of pups need to come your way."

Then I heard a tale, one I've heard often before, bout' you and your litter mates, on a cold concrete floor.

I heard how your were kept in that awful place,
and sprayed with cold water--right in your face!

I heard how you were created...a "purebred", how funny,
that your mama was mated, so you would make money.

Because your lineage they say is a "Noble old Soul",
"people will want them, they're almost like gold!".

But you sat in that run and you waited in vain, for someone to take you, and make you their gain.

But not one human being came to take you away,
or to offer you comfort... they just wouldn't pay.

So, on a cold winter eve, as you trembled in fright,
your mess of blue fur came to MY home that night.

But I saw your beauty, and I loved you on sight,
no matter your hesitance, desperation or fright.

Warm eyes, gentle soul, you accepted my care,
and when I needed a friend, I could count on you there.

My beautiful Dane, I don't want you to go,
but the Higher Above says it has to be so

He allowed me to love you, and keep you with me, now He wants you back, at the young age of three.

How can I blame Him, - I want you too,
but it appears as though, our time here is through.

So wait for me my friend, as you always have done,
at the Rainbow Bridge, and the time I will come.

And we'll run and we'll play in the fields He has given,
for love knows no bounds- there are no leashes in Heaven.

I LOVE YOU SIMON,

Wendy Croson
March 01, 2001

© 2001 W. Croson.