A Paean For Our Pal
He was La Joie's Lord Lucky
his kennel name at birth
La Joie, which means The Joy
he filled us with mirth
he lived thirteen years
as an Airedale should
with a swashbuckler's zeal
as only Lord Lucky could
aye, but time vectored through him
as it does us all
good fortune and surgeries
he once ate a tennis ball!
oh black 'n tan
whose eyes grew blurry
thirteen years
lived with Airedale fury
now who will use
the couch as a towel
whose dreams will cause us wonder
when in sleep he would howl
who'll alert us to the prowler
who'll clown with our guests
who'll bring us felicity
now that he rests
we hiked in the mountains
by the streams and the trees
those times he was with us
we were always at ease
his signature act
raised our laughter to roar
from under the water
he pulled rocks to the shore
his big black nose
unfailing to the end
though his eyes grew darker
his inner light would not bend
oh black 'n tan
eyes so blurry
thirteen years
lived with Airedale fury
so when the seizures came
we saw the face of hell
The Joy was dying
we both could tell
we medicated and hoped
but the reaper had arrived
Lord Lucky had a heartbeat
but that's not Alive!
he lay on the floor
the doctor pushed the plunger
in seconds all was quiet
we cried for what was over
so this is for you my friend
god speed we foretell
wherever you are
we all wish you well