Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Just a dog....


Just a Dog


He’s just a dog, some people say.

Why cry because he’s passed away?

He has no soul, no human spark,

No gift of speech, just a growl and bark.


But when we’re sick or simply sad,

Who worries that we’re feeling bad?

It’s Just-a-dog with big brown eyes,

Who tries to help when someone cries.


And who can always make us smile,

Though sometimes it can take a while?

It’s Just-a-dog who wants to play,

He can always chase our cares away.


Now that Just-a-dog is gone,

Our world somehow just seems wrong,

I’m Just-a-person now again,

Because Just-a-dog was our best friend.



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I'm a lucky lady. I have a wonderful husband of 27 years, a fantastic 25 year old son (I'm so proud of him!) a loving and supportive family, the best friends in the world, a job that I love, and... Parkinson's Disease. I was diagnosed in September 2006. That was a jolt, but I'm learning to deal with it.