This poem can hardly do justice to Rufus, our plucky Border terrier, but it was the best I could manage in the period of sadness after he died.
One day, perhaps, I shall write a better one for the splendid fellow.
Such strength of body, such a noble head;
expressive eyes like pathways to the soul,
but dominant, reluctant to be led,
determined to assume the Alpha role.
You were a fierce and charismatic lad
yet butter-soft when seeking a caress.
Some wisdom, beyond canine sense, you had.
We miss you and your brutish gentleness.