I wrote this for the best dog there has ever been. Hope you all like it
When God Rounds Up His Sheep
When God rounds up his sheep,
he’ll need a black and white.
But not just any dog,
he’ll want a dog to do it right!
And while there’s heaps of pups to choose from,
he’ll want to pick the best.
So he’ll pick the perfect dog.
The perfect dog called Jess.
On Earth she was my best friend,
love twinkling in her eyes.
With intelligence unbeaten,
And a quietness that belied
the never questioning devotion,
and the total lack of fear,
unfaltering obedience,
and a desire to be near.
Thousands of k’s we travelled,
with her always at my side.
Until in Cairns she finally faltered,
and in Cairns she finally died.
She lies now on a cane farm,
amidst the drenching rains.
Dreaming of merinos,
on the dusty western plains.
And when my boy asks me; “Who’s that dog
that sits in the photo frame?”
I’ll tell him, “Son that puppy dog,
is the dog that is to blame,
for you daddy learning how to love,
no matter what you do.
And I wish that she was here right now,
so she could teach you too.”
So when God rounds up his sheep,
by his side there will be Jess.
Devoted to her master,
never giving him duress.
And one day I’ll come to find her,
when on Earth my life will end.
And united we will travel,
once again with my best friend.
