Death of Bruce, My Friend

Death of Bruce, My Friend Bruce, my puppy died so very , very long ago buried him in a grave deep beneath the snow Vanished, the days of tramping wood and field no more would such joy his countenance yield Looking back seeing more sweet joy than sad thank God and childhood for blessings we had Remembering well the nights he slept in my bed often climbing up to lay beside my little head Attempting to crush memories of his sad fate yet thinking of him often, so often as of late A hero the time he attacked that poisonous snake getting snakebit instead for his master's sake A friend, a love , no greater has a boy ever had In dog Heaven he awaits and I am so very glad note: I had Bruce from age five years old until age eleven. Six wonderful years, blessed years and sweet years! Even now at sixty not a week goes by that I don't think of him , his loyalty and his faithful love. I wrote this about twenty years ago. Found it today in a scrap book , with no date attached but remember writing it one week before Christmas in 1994. Found the Christmas card from a dear friend(now departed) right there with it...