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Goodbye Dusty

Ain’t No Cowboy Yet
April 12, 2020

Goodbye Dusty

Now Dusty was a real fine friend
He possessed a wanderin' style.
He was my steady companion,
Sharin' many a memorable mile.

He came to me a six-week pup and
Throughout his too-short days,
We learned each other's quirks,
I tried bendin' him to my ways.

He had that silly way o' grinnin'
That some dogs'r known to display.
He'd always give me one when,
On our spread I'd order him to stay.

He loved the far horizon,
Adventurin' far and bold.
No matter what I might employ
No way t'home would he hold.

Dusty had two favorite sports.
He loved water and chasing sticks.
I'd throw a branch into our pond,
He was happiest with them mixed.

He'd disappear if I turned around
In a blink he was outta sight.
Hours later he'd come a draggin'
To rest up some at night.

He ran off for weeks one time.
I searched all o'er Long Valley.
'Til I found him out on the res and
Brought him home to rest and rally.

He loved the shelter of the truck.
He'd sleep there in the bed.
But don't 'spect him stayin' there
If he could be wanderin' instead.

One day he disappeared o'ernight.
Days missing he remained.
Eventually he come a' draggin' back
Lookin' all sickly. He was drained.

I rushed him off for doctorin',
To find what ailed him so.
But the good vet just shook his head
Sayin', "Best to let'm go".

Reckon he found some poison,
Maybe chased a few sheep,
Pained me real fearsome
T’ put him down to sleep.

I look back now and wonder
If I really did him right.
He was my loyal friend.
Should I have tied’m up at night?

He loved his wanderin' way o' life
No other way he wanted.
He burned out his life a Roman candle
And left this world undaunted.

So if the friendship guideline is
Our quirks to love and honor
Then I done just right by him
Leavin' Dusty to free wander.

Good bye ol' loyal pardner.
May the good Lord welcome ya home.
And provide an open door kennel,
An endless paradise to freely roam.

By, Rik Goodell

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