Goodbye, our little friend. Succumbed so fast
To unexpected illness, as you may
When old. So sad for Rochi holding her
As Lulu breathed her last, so sad for me
Too far away, so hard to hear her ‘mum’
In such distress. And yet such love!
As all Of both our families rallied round to help
Rochina in her hour of need, that love
In kind remit to me as well. And what
Is left to us of Lulu, lovely dog?
Strong mem’ry of her joie de vivre, her lust
For walks and daily dinner time, her love
Of play and chasing balls of any size.
The walks were more like drags, so keen was she
To reach the beach. And what a swimmer, fast,
With feral grin, emerging, ball in teeth!
We loved her game of making splashes, turned
Around on back legs, barking at the splash.
She had to find a rock pool just correct
In size and depth to play that game for hours,
Filmed sev’ral times by tourists from Japan.
At five o’clock each morning up onto
Our bed she’d leap and lick us back to life
And breath, as if we were her pups. She’d made
The whole expanse of house and garden hers,
She’d filled them with her spaces; a presence strong
And constant in the household. Strange to cross
The threshold and not see her, strange to watch
The television with no Lulu there
Reclining full of grace upon her own
Two-seater couch. She’d talk to us as this
Breed does; she gave so much in love, if not
To other dogs. A priv’lege living close
To such a breed, indeed to share one’s life
With human-centred being like our loved
And pampered Staffie. She protected Rochi, times
When I was far away. Became adept
At flying too, on holidays up north.
Our stays won’t seem the same without the walks
With Lulu ‘long the beach. And so goodbye
Dear Staffie, little friend and lovely being.
I’m sure you’re there in dog Valhalla, still
The fastest pooch at chasing tennis balls.