Heroes come in all shapes
We planted roses,
both the white and the red,
To surround the stone
that stands above his bed.
That was last summer
on a day of full sun;
He was gone before
the rest of life begun.
Was a young puppy
who just learned to shake,
Had been the first time
he'd come across a snake.
Instincts took over
and he was ever bold;
This small, young puppy
then saved our five-year old.
The monument is there
and it will stand for all time;
I'll say when I'm asked,
"he's a hero of mine".
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