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Brian and CaseyPosted Saturday, January 21, 2012, at 10:40 AM
How many miles have those paws run, How many faces did Casey lick, Fully healed, and wating for Brian, 'Arrive with a good running stick.'
Brian and Casey
By Arley Steinhour 012012
A brother lost his dog, today,
Fourteen years a best friend,
So much pain he couldn't play,
Casey waits for Brian at other end.
Reading Brian's sharing, with a tear,
I could tell that Brian's heart did ache,
With heartfelt solace, him to cheer,
I offer up this comfort, for his sake:
A dog is our best buddy,
What else could he be,
Too vibrant to be fuddy-duddy,
And, too much heart to be a tree.
The next time that you see him,
He'll surely wag his tail,
You'll both be young and trim,
Together you can run a mile.
So, don't feel badly in your heart,
You need no tears, for memory,
Casey will reside in a special part,
Of your heart and Family Tree.
Hold your head up, and proclaim,
A great dog owned a part of your life,
Knowing he'd wait in Snow or rain,
Soon together, without mortal strife.
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