Bear the brindle Boxer, as regal as they come
At twelve years old, he ultimately did succumb
To a cancer that had eaten his throat and ear away.
He's now in Boxer heaven, living and loving everyday.
Rescued once, rescued twice,
You couldn't keep him down
His calm, liquid eyes and mellow manner
Would turn any frown upside-down.
He had to jog every morning
To work up an appetite
He didn't care how early,
Around the block was just right.
He loved his walks and wouldn't sleep
Until his daily route was done.
But staying up past nine o'clock
Wasn't his idea of fun.
He'd saunter off to the bedroom
And plop down on his bed.
Knowing I'd be near him shortly
When I got it through my head.
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He was a cat's worst nightmare,
Courage filled him pound for pound.
He'd chase them up the nearest tree
And never let them down.
Loyal, trusted and trusting,
With a heart so gentle and kind.
Another Boxer like him
You will never find.
His tilting head made him crooked
But he kept on and on and on
Until the pain was far too great to bear
And now, my God, he's gone.
Another hole has formed
In the place I call my heart.
But I know I haven't lost him,
He's just got a brand new start.
Rescued again a third time
And this time it's for good.
He's up in Boxer heaven,
Where he'll always be angel good. |
