On The Passing Of Rupert - Poem by Francis Duggan
With Genevieve his friend and mentor he travelled far and wide
Through many towns and villages of South east Australia's countryside
And Rupert did love travelling in the back seat of the car
No journey for him it did seem could ever be too far.
In Melbourne and Central Victoria many homes they did share
The special bond between people and their dogs is something that's not rare
And to Genevieve Rupert was a loyal dog he loved her till his end
And none more loyal and trusting than a four legged friend.
She and her partner Graeme buried him in their farm where in eternal rest he lay
And like 'tis said of every dog old Rupert had his day
Too old and feeble for to walk again after a car had knocked him down
Though in her memories she will walk with him in the parks in Castlemaine Town.
A black and white tall for a border collie of him 'twould be fair to say
That Rupert was a grand old dog gentle in every way
And Genevieve does grieve his passing he was worthy of tears
To her he was a faithful friend and they had been mates for years.
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