But Mine (Ode To Milo)

Surely joy is the condition of life. - Thoreau

smart as a whip

quite the pip

always a trip

ever tightening the leash in my needy, wanting grip

with expressive eyes and button nose

staying the course, no matter where life goes

standing on his hind legs, so cute and pert

disheartening days he does divert

snug in my lap, sitting with me on a bench, just watching the world go by

never questioning, let alone asking why

romping and wrestling with me on the grass and making me laugh

helping to separate me from life's strife and chaff

loving me in his own way, he licks my face

there and gone without a trace

when I'm going too slow, unknowingly, helping me to pick up the pace

weeping me his delicate tears

erasing my fears

storehouse of affection and compassion like heaven's silo

endeared with the epithet 'Milo'

him, i am so blessed to know

inseparably joined to my troubled soul

rescuing me from the gallows pole

affectionate and loyal all the time

like joseph's dream duffle, his snow-white coat so rich, faithful and fine

not just man's best friend

but mine

Author's Note

"Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will elude, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Oh I know this. All my dogs have left holes in my heart.
It is unconditional love.

[Pete]

... so hard to lose a beloved pet and give that man a cigar ... :)

[Dave Brown]

must have some or all Maltese
when we lost ours it was like the end of the world

[Pete]

maltipoo puppy six months old now. fantastic dog.
you lost your's - oh wow!