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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tribute to My Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel<br>unable to wag his tail as he always did.<br>Yesterday when I saw him, curling helpless on his mat<br>he still wagged his tail and from him arose<br>a faint tremolo of love<br>punctuated by gutturals of pain.<br>At some bleak hour of the night, <br>the last ember of life died down<br>and his supple body turned stiff and stark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now he lies straight and majestic in death<br>leaving a track record of love<br>far difficult to break, <br>- a love no vessel can hold<br>or equated with what we humans feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speechless as I stand, memories churn within.<br>He came to us - too young to be weaned, <br>a glossy black puppy with tawny gleaming eyes.<br>His short, sturdy limbs, large drooping ears, <br>slender waist and elongated frame<br>well proclaimed his pedigree aloud<br>So full of mischief, he capered and hopped, <br>like a new born calf, always up on his heels.<br>Sniffing with moist nose, he dug and dug<br>as if unearthing a treasure trove<br>buried deep beneath the soil.<br>With alert vigil, he guarded our home, <br>barking at strangers and driving rodents away<br>He expected nothing in turn but love.<br>His loyalty as we deem was never servile.<br>Never was he on chains to be hauled like cattle.<br>He enjoyed sauntering through the courtyard<br>giving company as we took our evening rounds.<br>He gloated rubbing his body over our knee<br>and sat content as our stroking fingers ran all around<br>Licking our feet and arms, <br>what he conveyed in inarticulate words<br>could be deciphered thus -<br>‘I love you, love you true' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the bouncing ball, he often played with<br>our hearts made to bounce up in love<br>and our hands fold in benison<br>for a comrade who departs, <br>valiant in life and loyal to the core<br>hoping to meet him anon<br>on the far green meadows of bliss, <br>still wagging his tail, avowing a bond<br>too strong to be snapped or splintered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a><div class=q>
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unable to wag his tail as he always did.
Yesterday when I saw him, curling helpless on his mat
he still wagged his tail and from him arose
a faint tremolo of love
punctuated by gutturals of pain.
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