1991 --- 10 / 26 / 96
Doberman
You were a Doberman by birth but a rabbit by heart.
The place on the sofa where you used to love to brush
yourself still bears traces of you.
Your bark still echoes ...
Caesar was bereft at your passing ... somehow I feel that
though he survived a year longer ... some part of him
died with you . Whenever I come home I always expect to see you
waiting at the gate ...whining and wagging your tail ...
| Jimmy |