August 2nd 2006
My Last
Race
The kennel door
opens he stands there so stern,
“Come on
lass this is your turn to show them who’s the best”
He tightens me
collar ‘hey that’s a bit tight’
Then on slips that
muzzle now there’s a delight
I hate this contraption
does he think I may bite?
If you only knew
me for the dog that I am
And not as a tool
used only by Man
My heart is so
big it could burst through my chest
I’m a loyal
companion and need lots of rest.
So off to the track
we go in the car
My pals they come
with me, it isn’t too far
There’s Mel
and Sal and the new girl called Jan
We’re anxious
and nervous. We must do what we can
It aint just a
race we’re put to the test
I just know today
I don’t feel my best.
I’m put in
the trap my heart is racing
The trap door is
pulled my legs do the pacing
I’m out in
the front I know I can do it
But in the next
second,
There’s gravel
and grit it flies in my face
I take such a tumble.
I wont win this race
My knees are all
torn and I’ve got a scuffed chin
But here comes
my master, his face fixed with a grin.
He is so strong
his hands are like steel
Oh please my lord
this if for real
I’ve won
my races o’er the past
I’ve got
a gut feeling that this is my last.
My thoughts are
a racing of days long ago
When once as a
puppy my life moved so slow
The warmth of my
Mother as I snuggled to her chest
Her milk so delicious
it really was the best
I played and I
played from morn until night
I never had no
worries my future looked bright.
I gave him my best
this thing they call Man
But he just used
me for the dog that I am
My life is now
over the trigger is cocked
So I think of my
Mother and days of the past
I look in his eyes
and I give him a smile
Do I get my reprieve,
yes, for only a while
I cry and I yelp,
hey what have I done!
But BANG. Here’s
the bullet, my days are a done.
By Bev Riddick
Mum to Jack and
Fern Riddick
Fern and Jack are pictured on our homed gallery 2006
with Magic