BUDDY
One dark and icy winter night
as a truck went speeding by.
A dog was thrown to the street below
Alone and left to die.
Though racked with pain & numb with cold
He tried to lift his head.
He finally moved his aching limbs
Many thought the dog was dead.
In pain & scared he limped away
Into the cold dark night
At last he crawled beneath a deck
To end his frightful plight.
The family that lived above him
Reluctantly took him in.
They didn't know he'd be their dog.
That a bond would soon begin.
Seven and a half fleeting years
With love and loyalty shared
Karla Phaneuf & her family
Were the only ones who cared.
And now his walk is slower
His eyes aren't quite as bright
He's too tired to chase the water
He has lost his will to fight.
He's taught his family well these years
That an old dog can be the best.
A "BUDDY' he is, and will ever be
Even after he's layed to rest.
Karla's family has been mighty Blessed
By this 'Buddy' from above.
When he returns to Rainbow bridge
He will leave behind his love.
written by Jan Cooper
A ROTTWEILER NAMED BJORN
T'was Dec 1990, when he hobbled through the door.
The doctors and the nurses said, " whats a dog here for ? "
"He's here to see his master who's 11 stories up;
he's missed this gentle man who's owned him since a pup."
So up the elevator the stoic dog did go.
As they watched the big black dog, they just admired him so.
Into the room he proudly strode to meet his masters grin.
Such a bond of dog and man has not been seen since then.
Not one that saw the dog that day dared to say a word.
"That dog has but three legs"......Was a whisper overheard
He had lost a leg to cancer so many years ago.
But none stands taller than Bjorn, and Jack who loves him so..
written by Jan Cooper
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