Memories Of Jedder
It has been three years and five months since my friend Jedder died
But when I am out walking I fancy she is at my side
With her eyes glued to the bulge in my trousers pocket for the hidden tennis ball
For chasing that or fetching stick her favourite games of all.
She was not a house dog as some dogs are she came of tougher stock
A blue heeler border collie cross she was bred to work the flock
And since I did not have sheep for her to round up she expended her energy
In chasing down the tennis ball and bringing it back to me.
In her twelfth year her balance went I had the vet to put her down
It was the saddest day I've known in old Wonthaggi Town
For to save her further suffering this to her I did do
I did not get another dog as Jedder dogs are few.
Whenever I'm out walking I fancy her I see
My favourite black and white bitch is barking up at me
As if to say take the ball out of your pocket with it I need to play
For chasing down the bouncing thing it always makes my day.
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