He came to my door one day with my friend. She told me he was very protective and not be alarmed if he seemed anxious. Within a few minutes he laid down on my doorstep and rolled over to offer his belly for a rub. She was astounded. He apparently did not feel threatened by me and was very much at home.
Well Marcus, I am sure you came into her life with much purpose and I know you offered her peace and solace during a time when she needed it the most.
So, in your memory I have offered her a poem to remember you by. If there is such a thing as doggie heaven, I know without a doubt you are there.
Purpose
A comrade he
was and chosen quite appropriately
To silently
guard the delicate and inexplicable bond
Between
animal and humankind.
Selflessly he
offered his unconditional love.
Everything
has a purpose…
A child, a
pet, a lover or an unlikely friend.
They enter
and leave your life however unexpectedly
Their
purpose…for you alone to understand.
Marcus: The Latin
translation meaning polite and shining
Quite
dignified, he was true to his name.
The gift of
him will always be immeasurable
And in your
heart and soul, he will eternally remain.
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| Marcus |
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