On the Passing of Teddy, 
an Airedale Terrier

Your blanket lies neatly folded
never quite that way before.
It was only just this morning when;
we last walked through the door.

The kitchen it is silent
as the dinner hour draws near.
What we wouldn’t give for
those gentle footsteps to hear.

The bowl filled so often
with food for your delight.
It rests alone untouched,
it is oh so empty tonight.

Your station by the door
where you stood guard over all.
Now it is abandoned;
against the stranger’s call.

The tail which wagged so fiercely
at the sounding of your name.
The ears alert have heard their last;
it will never be the same

The yard and gardens stand in
quiet wait for your patrol.
Now your realm’s without a king;
this home without a soul.

You have touched us here so deeply;
and accepted us with glee.
Our sorrows now surround us;
how will we make them flee?

How can we forget your face;
caressed a thousand times.
Your offer of a handshake as;
if you could read our minds.

It is such a day of anguish;
your spirit has taken flight.
And when we look into our hearts;
they are oh so empty tonight.

Copyright 1998, David Barrett