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ATILLA OF CHALONS ( 1 )

( Alsatian )

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No words describe the way I feel about my greatest friend

The one who stood beside me until the sad, sad end

In days so dark and fearful and through many dangerous fears

He fought there beside me, through the pain and all the tears.

I never had to wonder about his loyalty

I always knew he would be there to walk alongside me

So light of foot, so keen of eye and with muscle bursting speed

He was always there to help me, no matter what the need.

People stood in awe of him and praised his mighty form

And thus we walked with pride and joy into every storm

His name was Wolf and I would say “Come, walk this day with me”

Then with head held high and with fearless grace

We would walk in harmony

The years rolled by, then ill I was and death I came to fear

And Wolf, a lonely vigil kept, beside the bedside near.

I felt his presence near me when pain was hard to bear

Then I returned to consciousness and saw him sitting there.

I knew I’d lived to fight the day and be with him again

To run and laugh and often play in sunshine or in rain

And in the days that followed, from deep despair to fame

I loved him more than life itself and I knew he felt the same

But somewhere in the depths of time there is a mighty plan

That does decree that dogs will not live, ere as long as man

A decade in my life he stayed and then he was no more

A gift from God, to be returned and leave me ever poor

At Peter’s gates he’ll wait for me, forever patiently

He’ll wait to hear me call his name and answer joyously

Then we will roam amongst the stars, forever and a day

Our happiness will never end as for eternity we’ll play.

In memory of Wolf. KC Atilla of Chalons. 1960 - 1970