Newton

My big yellow dog holds the key to my heart.

She’s good through and through, although not very smart.

She taught us all lessons of courage and love, and she’s still keeping watch on us from far, far above.

Our boy asked me on day, “Why’s she always that way? When I give her my love, she just gives it away.”

“She can’t help the fact that her heart’s made of gold.”

“I know” he said sadly, “Dad, don’t let her get old.”

Our big yellow dog had to leave us one day, but she’s here deep inside, where for good she will stay.

15 October 2001: A buddy of mine at work had to put his Yellow Lab down. His dear dog, Newton, was fourteen and a true friend to all who met her. According to my friend, she was not the brightest dog to ever sit around the house all day, but to him and his family she was a great blond.