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A Tribute to Golda It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May. As I came out my front door into the breezeway, I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold, The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold, With a calm gentle presence and peaceful demeanor; The look in his brilliant gold eyes assured I had nothing to fear. It was love at first sight and I hoped he would stay. Never mind the impediments; I’d find a way. My toddler son climbed on him like they’d grown up together, As I seriously pondered the prospect of whether… Absolutely not, said my husband, a cat man, And nixed the idea before it began. Weeks later, a litter box and cat food mysteriously appeared On the sidewalk, out of nowhere; we thought it quite weird. With the next morning’s sunrise, we figured it out. The same coat of gray and gold eyes left no doubt; The same being who before as a dog had been spurned, In a more acceptable form and presence had now returned. Bounding out of the bushes with a commanding meow, A little gray, gold-eyed kitten my husband had to allow. In her life as a cat and formerly a dog, She was my brave and wise Golda who would go on to log More than one rescue of our subsequent pets. In defending attack, this courageous gray, gold-eyed feline was as fierce as it gets. Note: Golda saved the life of my Chow-Chow puppy when she was attacked by a big dog that came at her from across the street. Golda came out of nowhere with claws out, sending the dog scurrying with his tail between his legs. Another time she rescued our little Siamese youngster, Meowli, from the neighbors' dogs by jumping on their head while Meowli ran for cover. Golda stayed with me for 12 years, longer than the husband cited in the poem, and then when her time and her work was done, she just disappeared pretty much as she had appeared. She was a beautiful, long haired all gray Persian with brilliant gold eyes. When not rescuing other animals, she had the same calm, gentle and peaceful demeanor as the dog who showed up that morning and left when he knew he was not welcome to stay. 7th place winner in ~Somewhere A Pet Is Waiting Contest~ sponsored by ~A Rambling Poet~
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