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This is a poem that my grandfather gave me after my German Shepherd passed away suddenly. Even though I am not a christian, he thought it might help and I thought others here might enjoy reading it as much as I did. (He didn't write it..just found it. )
"My Dog"
I wonder if Christ had a little old dog,
All shiny and silky like mine?
And a nose round a wet
With two cute little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called Stone.
I am sure that that little dog,
with a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
but creeping right under his arm,
Would have licked the dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss.
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
and followed Him right to the cross.
"My Dog"
I wonder if Christ had a little old dog,
All shiny and silky like mine?
And a nose round a wet
With two cute little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called Stone.
I am sure that that little dog,
with a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
but creeping right under his arm,
Would have licked the dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss.
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
and followed Him right to the cross.
