by Author Name Withheld 125

Created on: September 01, 2009   Last Updated: February 01, 2010

The man in the jacket, walking through snow,
His faithful friend, always in tow,
Forever smiling, happy look on his face,
Whatever the weather, always keeping pace.

They go indoors, seeking warmth from the cold,
The friend lays on a rug, doesn't need to be told,
A wagging tale, can never be bought,
That unconditional love, can never be sought.

The man takes off his jacket, sits down on a chair,

Reaches down with a hand, and finds that comforting fur.
A smile reaches his lips, despite the cold in his bones,
With his friend by his side, he's never alone.

From white to green, and snow turns to rain,
Through muddy fields, out walking again.
Always smiling, happy look on his face,
Whatever the weather, always keeping pace.

The man throws a stick, into a hidden lake,
The best-est thing ever, a dogs life it makes.
Through gilded trees, and distant glen,
They share their lives, from boy to man.

It's always the same, the man sits in a chair,
Reaches down to the side, finds that softest of fur.
If he stops for a moment, he gets a nudge on his hand,
That reassuring pat, from mans best friend.

The sun is shining, in crystal blue skies,
Down by the beach, dodging the tides.
That eternal smile, on his happy face,
Whatever the weather, always keeping pace.

Splashing around, in waves so tall,
The skies turn grey, with onset of Fall.
Always together, side by side,
A constant companion, so hard to find.

And after tiring days, the man sits in a chair,
He can always reach down, and touch that softest of fur.
Sat by the fire, warming their bones,
As long as he's there, he'll never be alone.

But when the sleek black coat, turned to a wintry grey,
The man puts on his jacket, dreading this day.
That warming smile, still upon his face,
Despite the weather, he couldn't keep pace.

It happened so fast, there was nothing he could do.
The mans heart breaking, from one piece into two.
They walked one last time, to a hill-topped ridge.
Looking down into the valley, and the Rainbow Bridge.

Such a horrible day, when he sat in the chair,
He reached down his hand, and found nothing there.
His happy smile, was there to the end,
The man cried deeply, he had lost his best friend.

For many a year, they had done things together,
He should have known, it wasn't forever.
He's a better person now, his broken heart will mend,
Thanks to his dog, he always had a friend.

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