Bob Fletcher

Rookie - 42 Points (December 25th 1954 / London)

Kayla - Poem by Bob Fletcher

The white dog with the friendly smile
Came to stay with us a while
She found her way right from the start
Into the fibre of my heart

I would talk and she would listen
Such a loving disposition
And when Id sit she would hug
A living walking friendly rug

As time went by her age became
Slower and quieter, frailer frame
Lots of trips to the man in white
To see if he could put things right

Kayla I really didn’t know
That it was your time to go
I would never have left you all alone
To meet your maker on your own

The hardest thing I’d ever known
To say goodbye upon the phone
If I could talk to you once more
to stroke your head and hold your paw

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Oh god, I lost my beautiful Samoyed dog Kayla while I was on Holiday, it was the first time I had placed her in kennels even though she was unwell on the vets ok we went on holiday, I had a call from the vets to say that she was fading fast and it would be best to do the right thing. It killed me to do that.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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