Monday, April 11, 2005

Old Man

(For Lucky - 4/11/00)

Doc, we had another scare today
With "Old Man" dog, my friend.
And once again I've had to face
That this could be the end.

But for tonight, another night
He's sleeping by my side
And once again I'm spared the tears
I'll try so hard to hide.

Doc, I know you know
How much he means to me.
But, Doc, Old Man is not a dog.
He's my friend. You see

Friends are not possessions.
For them you'll take the pain
Of letting go, not holding on
So they won't hurt again.

And Old Man dog will tell me
When his joy in life is gone.
His eyes will simply tell me,
"You're only holding on.

"Friends are not possessions.
For me please take the pain
Of letting go, not holding on.
Set me free, my friend."


Blogger Mark said...

Doyle - Whose dog is this? And what happened to him?

8:41 PM  
Blogger doyle said...

Lucky (Son of a Bitch) Lab — Tank's father — arrived here skinny, mange-ridden and already grown, a rope still knotted around his raw neck.

He spent the next 14 years by my side. At (best guess) 17 when his eyes told me it was time to set him free, we made one last trip to Doc's.

He's buried out front in a sunny spot he always favored.

11:29 AM  
Blogger Mark said...

:o(> :o)> He was lucky!

8:56 PM  
Blogger Sunidesus said...

That's beautiful, thank you for sharing it.

8:09 PM  
Blogger Mark said...

Thanks, Doyle. I remember this.

8:06 PM  

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