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The Dog And The Man



June 24, 1992 – May 27, 2008

Many years ago, as a young man in my 20’s, I wrote a poem that has one of my favorite lines, “Every boy should have a dog to remember as a man.” This was written about my boyhood dog Lady.

Now as one who is approaching the Autumn/Winter of my life I have written another line about another dog, Sofia, our Siberian Husky, who became a big part of our family life just days short of 16 years.

As I watched her draw her last breath on that fateful Tuesday afternoon last year, I found myself saying that line written for Lady and then adding “…and as a man to have a dog who brought out the boy”.

“Sof”, thanks for helping Bob and me to be boys again but most of all, thanks for the unconditional love you gave to the “family”.

In Memory of a Loyal Friend.


As a boy, I had several dogs to romp and play with,
And then later in life, to remember in fondness.
There was Rusty and Scamp,
Companions of my childhood.
Lady and Bonnie Gay Heather,
The friends of my teenage years.
With love and affection they followed my every youthful move.
Every boy should have a dog to remember as a man.
Almost thirty years passed,
Until another spirit of the wild would come into my life,
And she brought all the comfort of my youth
With the pleasure of my age.
Every man should have a dog to bring out the boy.
Fifteen years of unselfish and unconditional love
Has left a hole in my heart by her passing.
I see her soft blue eyes in the fading light of evening
And feel her head upon my lap when all seems lost
From the burdens of the day.
Her memory greets me at the door
As tho she still waits expectantly.
I feel her brush upon my leg in passing
As I walk about the house
Missing her gentle love and faithful trust.
Even in her death,
She gives me comfort and love,
Whisper softly,
“Miss you Sof”.

picture-sofia-0021*A Big Thank You to Kathleen Briggs who painted the portrait of Sofia which hangs over the mantle of the fireplace. “Portrait In Pastels…pets and people.” To obtain more info add comment for information.

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  1. elecpencil permalink
    05/27/2009 10:51 pm

    Tristan ~ Very nice poem. My kids talked me into our mutt Sheba a dozen years ago and I’m glad they did. It is now sad seeing her having a hard time getting up with her arthritis. I also have a hard getting up from a chair very quick because of my arthritis so it’s kind of like looking in the mirror. She gives me the same pitied look I give her when we watch each other struggle.

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