My Friend Weeps For Her Dog Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Petite, pretty, smiling
always so vivacious
always so anxious about her duties,
always so gentle to her friends,
always so understanding to animals;
no commitment greater to abide
than to know and understand
those dogs on the streets who cannot speak;
she tends to their hunger and their wounds
she is there for them in hunger and pain;
she puts their life before her own
she dares them and trusts them
though amidst the old are some that are new;
she is not afraid that they may bite her,
they never bite her as they know that
she has her dedication to them above her heart;
and every dog that eats from her hands
wags the tail with recognition and thankfulness.

And as years and time makes dogs go old,
her gentle heart holds every dog dearer to her heart;
and she always weeps a tear or two
or sometimes she cries the whole night through
when with fondness she recollects
how dogs also have their own world of love
where they give birth as mothers though dogs
and they tend to their little ones with so much care
but as they die there is no one to cry for them;
and that is when pretty, petite lady of grace
comes and holds them in her arms
and lays them to rest doing her duty
with utmost care and dedication which
her unwavering gentleness incites her to do
so graciously, so willingly.