Dogging my footsteps are eight little paws,
Governed by faith and devotion's great laws,
Four for a terrier, foxy and white,
Four for a collie, now losing her sight;
Whether at typewriter, table, or den,
Going to be or arising again,
Always the eight little paws find the way,
Whether in morning or late in the day;
Whether a closed door has barred them
from sight,
Whether the darkness has brought
on the night,
Softly and quietly, they are at hand,
Saying quite silently, "We understand."
Thus it has been for
the last fourteen years,
Thus it will be till for them
death appears,
What man could learn
about serving a cause --
Faith and devotion
in eight little paws!
~ Alice Kennelly Roberts
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