Ruth Guest
In the midst of so much grief, so much loss
Came a timid lanky brindle boy
Abandoned, awkward and anxious
Four spindly legs and the deepest darkest eyes
Sheldon 2008(?) - 2020
Looking now for meaning and for purpose
Searching for a family, a brood, a tribe
Sheldon came in, lured by the squeezy cheese
All three of us lost, looking for acceptance
Dancing around about each other
Venturing out on our first walk together
A damaged soul reached out to us that day
And our own damaged souls called right back
Uneasy, nervous and cagey at first
All of us restless, fearful and scared
Slowly, slowly we found our way through
Velma, Shaggy and Scooby dooby doo
Our little family, our little clan
A focus, a reason, a meaning at last
He gave us his love, his trust and his heart
We gave back our love, our trust, our hearts
A graceful gentle gangly greyhound
Barrelling into our lives that February
Fetching hope and bringing joyfulness
A rescue hound who rescued us right back
‘It’s only a dog’, how little they know
He’s the little man we could not have
Our little one, our boy, our reason to be
He’s ours, simply ours. And us, we are his.
