just a dog – a poem.

 

From time to time, people tell me, “lighten up, it’s just a dog,” or “that’s a lot of money for just a dog.” 

They don’t understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for “just a dog.” 

Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a dog.” 

Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a dog,” but I did not once feel slighted. 

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by “just a dog,” and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of “just a dog” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day. 

If you, too, think it’s “just a dog,” then you will probably understand phrases like “just a friend,” “just a sunrise,” or “just a promise.” 

“Just a dog” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. 

“Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. 

Because of “just a dog”, I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. 

So for me and folks like me, it’s not “just a dog” but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. 

“Just a dog” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. 

I hope that someday they can understand that it’s not “just a dog”, but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “just a man or woman.” 

So the next time you hear the phrase “just a dog” just smile… because they “just don’t understand.” 

— by Richard Biby 

{miss you sydney}
 
 
 

3 Comments

  • Reply August 22, 2011

    Erica Newton

    Wow, I love this. In fact- I thought you had written it- all the way until I actually got to the bottom. and saw it was written by someone else. Love this post.

  • Reply August 22, 2011

    Teri B.

    Thanks, Shmiz! I love it too. It’s almost been a year since we said goodbye to the little puss and I’ve been thinking about this reading a lot lately. love ya!

  • Reply August 23, 2011

    stephanie

    I like it too. We were swimming with Logan last night, and to see the joy in Kelsey’s eyes when she plays with him is priceless. Money can’t buy that. Nothing can replace it. I hear ya, T. Be strong and give that little Hunty a smooch for me.

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