Dignified Dolly

Note: This poem is on/for Dolly, a female Pomeranian, a family friend years ago, when I was in high school. Some might think I am exaggerating her character—but no, I have written exactly what I feel/felt. And those with animal friends would understand/agree. Animals do bring their own identities… just like us!

About this sketch of Dolly (I used to call her Dolls) I made, I got several frank opinions 🙂

My son, who has seen Dolly only in photos, says it is nothing like her; my husband, who has seen her a few times only, says it isn’t a bad likeness.  My aunt who happened to visit me just now said it looks sort of like a goat!? Her brother and my uncle, who accompanied her, merely gave a baffled look, no words. Hmm, I think I must ask my brother, he is the expert—I can trust him to be candid as always and give some cheeky comment 🙂

For one thing, Dolly had white-cream fur; so I have missed my bus there! Be that as it may, I think I have got her body language and suave expression right! And hence am going ahead with putting her sketch up here! Hope you like it (or at least get a hearty laugh out of it).

Dolly

 

And without further ado, here’s the poem:

Dolly

Part of my family:

A canine on the outside,

A dignified spirit inside!

She joined us as a puppy—

A fluffy white ball that made us happy;

An intelligent creature

With a sweet nature!

 

The psyche of each of us

Dolly discovered without any fuss

And suited her behaviour

To match our demeanour:

Towards my grandpa, she was wary

And in his presence would not tarry!

With my grandma, she was kind—

A friend with whom she could unwind.

With my uncles and aunt, she was full of flair;

To my mom, she turned for care.

With my dad she was friendly, but distant—

She knew he wasn’t a dog-man: that was blatant!

A willing and clever student she was, for my brother 

And upon me, she cast the protective eye of an elder

 

When I studied for my exams into the night

She would stay by my side, not minding the light

All those tedious hours then meant nothing

When Dolly was right there… so giving!

Well, time passed and one day she died:

Her life had been my family’s simple joy ride

I have fond memories of Dolly and her lively presence:

What a great companion she made in essence!

 

 

 

 

 

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