He arrived with only the clothes on his back;
His toys, his tags, his people, all lost.
Even so, he remembers his manners:
He accepts a biscuit so gently.
When he is told to stay and guard the house,
He seems to understand but still
Doesn't want the door to close between us:
Perhaps just my nose could go with you?
Before my old Molly died she said
I want only to be with you.
After a while I put away
Her ashes and her things.
Today he and I will go to the park,
Then I will brush him and give him his supper.
I will read in my chair, he will lie at my feet:
Two old dogs who have lost everything.
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