A kelpie bitch, she came to us when she was just a pup
We had her first at Riddell’s Creek while our boys
were growing up
She did the things which all dogs do for she was ’just
a dog’
She ate us out of house and home - she could out-eat a
hog!
She stayed with me up in the bush in Queensland, on
our farm,
She barked at nights - at nothing, but kept me safe
from harm
She drove me daft - just being ’her’ with messes that
she left
But now she’s gone I’m telling you - we’re all feeling
bereft.
We took her to the vet last night and said our last
’goodbyes’
She was old and had a tumour - the right thing, in our
eyes.
Both boys came home to dig her grave, and say their
last ’goodbyes’
Today we’ll carve a marble cross to mark the spot she
lies.
But through last night the mem’ries came of things she
did - and ate
For sixteen years, she’s been our friend – A very
special mate.
(© Carol Reffold;
Author’s note: “Holly Dog died, 5th February, 2005”)
