SHERMAN

                 The landing was his favorite spot,

               The place where he would always lay,

               Keep track of us, or rest his head.

                 We miss his gentle, loving way.

                When food was set before his face

                 He'd turn to us and would delay

                 As if to thank us for his food.

                 We miss his gentle, loving way,

                  He'd put his paw upon our knee

                   And look at us as if to say

                "I love you, please love me too."

                 We miss his gentle, loving way.

                 He ran the fence line to and fro

                    And bounded where he may,

               Though he still bounds we cannot see

                  So miss his gentle, loving way.

  

     Sherman was Doris Cottet's dog.  He was from a litter which had been dumped out in the ditch along the Northwest Road.  The litter were all starving when Doris discovered them.  She tried to save them but Sherman was the only one of the litter that survived.

     This poem was written after his death, "though he still bounds we cannot see."