Tuesday, February 23, 2010

A Dog Named Beau . . . .


Anyone who has ever had a "Four-Footed-Child" will appreciate this Jimmy Stewart poem:




H/T: Aleta


3 comments:

skdadl said...

Typing through tears here, o' course ... It was when Jimmy guessed at what Beau might be thinking in the middle of the night that I was a goner. Isn't that all of us? Very wise man.

Thanks for this.

sassy said...

Skdadl - me as well.

My "Four-Footed-Child" passed away two months ago and, I do feel her on the bed during the night and am sometimes woken up by the sound of her bark.

love is a four legged word

West End Bob said...

Our "children" can really become a part of our lives, can't they?

Unrequited love, indeed . . . .