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He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten 
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought 
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries 
Are drowned
No small   farm needing 
More than one mutt.

His reddish brown brother
 Had been our first choice 
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be 
A Scottish housing estate

We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
 With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face

From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room 
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street 
With a gaggle of kids

He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat 
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off 
Glad to  be relieved
Of his daily chore

He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work 
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother 

Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
 His death warrant

Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal 
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed

That last long   walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly 
His head hung low
Never had I known 
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since
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