Brigadier, the big blonde dog in the picture, disappeared from the yard well over a year ago. I still start thinking of him sometimes and wonder where he is now.
Brigadier
Brigadier, our scruffy bounder
Huge and skinny fifty-pounder
Blanketed with tangled fur
Streaking past us in a blur
Chasing squirrels with careless glee
Full of happy energy
Rolling over in the dust
Tempted once with wanderlust.
That day Brig did not come back;
Disappeared without a track.
How we looked, but never found him,
Calling, searching, looking 'round.
Brigadier, our precious pup,
It's just so hard to give you up.
It pains to wonder where you are,
Alive or dead, near or far.
I hope, somewhere, you live it up,
Brigadier, our precious pup.
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