I knew that. . .
When I got you Lesa told me you were old
I knew that
When you showed up in April’s hatchback taking up almost the entire space
Lesa had told me you were overweight so
I knew that
When I got my first whiff of that breath having learned Bullys have a hard time
getting put under for teeth cleanings
I knew that
When I had to haul all 72 pounds of you in and out of the back of my car
because you loved to ride but couldn’t jump
I knew that
When I woke up in the middle of the night to snores rivaling Jack’s Giant
I knew that
When after just a short while you had quickly become my best friend
I kinda figured that
But when you got sick so quickly and left me so early and here I am a grown man still
crying over a silly old dog well I can sure tell you. . . .
I didn’t know that.
To the greatest dog ever–
Dexter
5/11/97-6/30/08