For Our Good Boy
He led the way on every trail, First in line, that golden tail Waving like a flag of joy Through the woods — our gentle boy.
Seventy-five pounds of heart and soul, King of the house, yet soft and whole, The only man among his girls, He kept them safe through life’s long twirls.
He chased the deer (they always fled), He’d eat just about any bread, And when David called, he’d gladly go — A shopping buddy, stealing the show.
Michael, Daniel, Big Mike, and Matt, David and Jenna — he loved all that, Every laugh, every hand, every voice, He made each one of them his choice.
Calm and happy, day after day, He greeted the world in the very best way — With a wag, with a lean, with those big soft eyes, A soul too golden for ordinary skies.
Run the trails now, sweet boy, run free, First in line for eternity. The deer don’t stand a chance up there — And the woods smell sweeter in heaven’s air.
