A constant companion
over the years of my school days
a friend who cared a lot
for me and for my cousins
him I will never forget to remember;
we never schooled him
yet he learn so much
in so many ways
to deal with each
in his own understood way;
we loved him
as a friend
as a guardian
who always stood at the junction
of the jungle path when the clock strike 12.00
to accompany us back safely from school
to our wooden hut called home;
though old, he was obedient
strength beyond his age
till the day he died
his service he rendered dutifully,
Pedro will eternally remain with me
A dog he was
but a humane dog was he.
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