Don't ever call him "just a dog" Who haven't the eyes to see That I belong to him as much As he belongs to me God must have had His reasons For making the likes of him And I humbly hope with all my heart That I was one of them The years have dulled his russet color And his vision is getting dim And he walks with a limp when the days are cold Cuz the dampness gets to him He's not as young as he used to be And his whiskers are frosted white But he wags his tail as if to say You see, I'm still alright I cut his food in bite-sized chunks And he gives me a toothless grin Trusting in my love for him Whatever shape he's in he has accepted growing old The way men cannot do And i'm not ashamed to say He's taught me more than a thing or two So don't ever call him "just a dog" Unless you are prepared To match his steadfast loyalty To care the way he's cared For many the sad offenses Committed in love's name And how many times it takes a dog To put a man to shame
18 years, 1 month & 23 days ago
