Whitman And Bo Poem by Jim Yerman

If given the chance to meet with God…and have a dialogue
I would first express my thankfulness…for creation of the dog.

We had a dog names Whitman…A golden we got when he was two
I wasn't sure I wanted a dog at first…but Whitman changed my point of view.

It didn't take but a moment for my doubtful heart to learn
If I gave him just a little love…so much love he would return.

He would greet me at the door and if I came home angry, bothered or sad
a wag of his tail, his paw on my lap and things didn't seem so bad.

He loved long walks, chasing balls, running loose and free…
sitting by a mountain stream in the shade of an old oak tree.

He allowed our grandchildren to walk all over him and never made a sound.
A better friend, companion, and confidant…I'm sure could not be found…

There's something about unconditional love that every dog owner knows
It makes life with them so easy…and so difficult letting go.

If given the chance to speak with God…there's a second thing I would report
"When you created dogs, " I'd say…"you made their life too short! "

We lost Whitman a while ago…it's been four years or more
And still there are days when I come home…and expect to see him at our door…

I have a dear friend who lost his dog yesterday…his dog's name was Bo.
His memories are a lot like mine…he, too, had a hard time letting go…

And though it doesn't make it any easier…there's a void you can't repair…
I like to think when Bo get's to heaven…Whitman will be waiting there..

And they will play in the clouds together, chasing balls and chewing bones
knowing, despite the friends they left behind, …they'll never be alone.

I know one day we'll be reunited with them,
and Greg, if you're the first to go…
look out for Whitman till I get there…
And if it's me…I'll do the same for Bo.