Summer Days: A Fan Poem (A Dog's Purpose)By Bruce C. Cameron
I wrote this almost 2 years ago. I sent it to the author and he posted it on Facebook:
Summer days I remember most,
Just me, my Dog and my folks.
my mother gave him to me as gift
and she broke a window to give him lift..
when she brought him home, that fuzzy little puppy
oh,, i remember him all cute and chubby.
That first summer together we went to the farm, he was there to protect me from harm.
Through the fields we’d run and play,
All through those long summer days..
He was beside me all the time,
Through rain, snow, wind or shine.
We stood by the pond for hours on end,
Just me, my dog; My very best friend.
then one day while on our fishing boat we were eating our sandwiches from my tote, i was surprised when i felt a tug on my rod, hoping the line wasn’t caught on a log.
with a big strong yank and a big splash in the drink i noticed that i was beginning to sink i began to panic and swam for shore but by then i was just too sore then he came swimming with might trying to keep me in his sight.
he tore at my shirt and dragged me to safety he swam quick and fast and was hasty.
i thanked him over and over for saving my life and he filled with joy and smiled so kind.
Later that day we had a party
and he had a meal that was so hearty.
he was a big dog now and he was getting old.
His luscious thick coat was richer than gold,.
And his heart was just as bold.
When his Time came that warm summer day,
I knew at this time what I needed to say.
“Good-bye my sweet dog, I love so dear,
and you have nothing to fear,
soon you would be in a better place, where you’re free,,
free to run and play with endless glee.”
and as i said my final goodbye,
i swear i saw a tear in his eye.
many years had passed since then,,
since i lost my very best friend
I knew I was old when my hair turned to grey,
when I came upon the skinny little stray.
He came to me in the night,
with a scratch at the door with a howl of fright.
it’s fur was all dark , and he was a male
all black fur except for the spot on his tail.
We spent my last days together by “his” special pond,
The memories there, have long been gone.
it was a day that came as a surprise,
and started when the dog’s head began to rise..
all of a sudden my mind was beginning to swirl, it swirled so much I thought I was going to hurl.
the pain in my arm was too much to hear
and it felt as if my chest was about to tear.
I called to my dog to sit beside me,
when i looked at him it was clear to see.
someway, somehow my dog was alive once more, he had never arrived at death’s door.
“Good-bye my sweet dog, I love so dear., but now its time for me to go i fear”
and with that i drew my very last breath, no longer afraid of death.
Because soon i would come back, as what i don't know, we all will come back, and this is so.
but until then i hear,
you will remember your memories that are so dear.
for me: those summer days i will remember most just me, my dog, and my folks.