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| Pedro -- the happy nobleman |
Pedro wasn't sad.
While he could have felt sorry for himself
even in his weakened state
when I saw him
hours before his death
he gave me the bright eyed tail wag
of the happy, noble dog
he always was.
Pedro didn't beg
even though he came from the streets of Mexico
skinny as a rail.
He was alert for dropped bits
of food or affection
but he was not a needy boy
simply grateful for any gift of life.
Pedro did not feel entitled.
He rolled with the flow of where
life took him
flawlessly adding his character
lively, loving charm.
He hit the jackpot
one of those lottery winners everyone
feels good about
when he came home
to Tamara and Ken.
After day to day existence
his new silver platter
included a dog pal, a warm bed,
great food
people at every turn who saw his
beauty.
He accepted these gifts
without ever losing
his noble intactness
developed
living on the street.
In the end
after a few years of bliss
with no one knowing his real age
Pedro's body got sick.
He accepted this as a simple
fact of the day.
Being sick
did not diminish his
expressions of affection.
Pedro wasn't sad.
Wherever our dog loves go
they'll see him coming
a mile away
and there will be laughter
in the ether.
Beth McCarthy Marks
March 14, 2015
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