Wednesday, 15 June 2011


"Wherever your spirit be, Sword, let it stay close
As oft many a troubled one never perch
But let yours find home...a home in our hearts
Tony and I, and others"

Sword, we christened him
Tony and I, near Westgate Shopping Mall
A small, black-furred canine of a German Shepherd
Tony ruffled him, teased him even
And to protect his turf, little Sword barked
And advanced timidly to Tony
Chiwawa would have been proud

My love for Sword registered immediately
Never cared about the Japanese Spitz or the Bulldog
Or the Terrier

I remember how Sword could pose for photos
We could stand there and wait for the click
May be I could hear Sword interrupt,
“C’mon, buddy, click that thing…been wagging
My tail for far too long..”
One morning, Sword poo-pooed in the office
Well, in a small carton box
As we cleaned up, Sword would look on
All innocent, all repentant
May be saying,
“Folks, that was just a small poo,
Cheer up, that was not a honey-badger’s fart!”

Two months later, Sword dies
Tony and I take him to a post-mortem
We bury him together with his collar
All I am left with are his photos
And wonderful memories of him.

All pictures copyright by the author

C) Lorot Salem 2011


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh poor puppy. He sounds so wonderful, as are all of these fur beings who love us so unstintingly and entrust us with their hearts. And whom we miss so much when they are gone.

Salem Lorot said...

@ Sherry Blue Sky, True Koko. As I mentioned somewhere else, these pets are angels sent to us by Tororot to add grace to our lives and to teach us the virtues of friendship, trust and honesty.

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