He sits to the side, out of the
way
While others beg head rubs, or
force you to play.
His dark liquid eyes watch your
every move
Hoping and waiting, his love to
prove.
He was shown many times, a promising
pup
And he just got better as he grew
up.
A picture of health, robust and
strong,
His gait and topline, never went
wrong.
But his prime has passed, and he
seems to know,
That he'll never again be put in
a show.
He eats, he sleeps, not much more
than that,
And maybe he's getting a little
too fat.
He loves to be brushed, when you
have the time,
He waits for his turn at the end
of the line.
You think of him, sure, but not
nearly as much
As those promising pups, that new
special and such.
So he sits and he waits, til you
have the time,
To make the same fuss as you did
in his prime.
A scrap of affection, or playful
shove,
To him it means everything, to
him it means LOVE!
(author unknown)