He is my dog, by Gene Hill

I’m lucky to have many companions… naturally, friends and family, followed by books, pictures of past dogs, coffee, newspapers, the internet, a bit of that Sunday morning feeling every day of every year…

Though non-materialistic, I do value those things. Big time.

If I were to choose though, I’d pick my late dog Wolf before the books, coffee, newspapers and the internet. He was my lifeline, my joy, my refuge and part of my soul. Sadly departed in 2006, still on my mind today. Giving up on him I do not take lightly…

He is my dog, by Gene Hill

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being;
by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me… wheneverwherever – in case I need him.
And I expect I will – as I always have.
He is my dog.

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15 thoughts on “He is my dog, by Gene Hill

  1. Pets are the best aren’t they. I had a cat for 17 years and she made the trip to China with us. Sadly we had to put her down almost 2 years ago. She got so frail and sick. We have a new pet cat now and she is funny and silly and part dog! We love her to bits, but I still miss my other cat a lot.

    1. Totally understand what you mean, pets have a way of making our lives so much better. Had to say goodbye to dogs myself and it still hurts big time. If I could, I’d get a dog straightaway, but I keep on dreaming.

      1. We didn’t have plans to get another cat especailly since we will move back to Canada. The hassel of paper work etc made us decide we would wait until we moved back. We happened by a pet store and I fell in love with a little kitten. I did walk away, but my husband knew I missed my other cat and he was heading back to Canada for a few months and I had to be here alone. We went back to the store and she was gone, but as luck would have it we found her at another shop not far away. It was meant to be and she has brought us so much joy. She is great company. I didn’t think I was ready for a new pet, but she is so funny and lovely. I still miss my other cat, but the new little one helps make it a little bit better.

    1. Sometimes the poem still makes me cry, despite having read it so many times. It simply tells exactly what Wolf was to me, so I felt I had to include it :)

    1. Thank you Cynthia! Wolf was a crossbreed between a Doberman and a Husky. While he had the height of a Doberman, his thick fur and character were totally Husky. And yes, he was a very kind dog and knew when I was not feeling well. On the other hand, he could be very funny indeed also, and a rascal :D

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