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The Spirit of a Boxer
Author Unknown

I was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat
And the Spirit of a Boxer dog was lying at my feet.

He looked at me with kind dark eyes,
As ancient wisdom shining through and in the essence of his being, I saw love there too.

His mind did lock upon my heart as I stood there on that day.
And he told me of this story - about a place so far away.

I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat -
And in a twinkling of a second, his Spirit left my feet.

His tale did put my heart at ease, my fears did fade away -
About what lay ahead of me on another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now - in the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me, my friend as I am with my kind."

My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash a shooting star -
My boundaries are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here for I am not confined-
But free to roam God's heavens among my Boxer kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud, gentle breezes rocking me -
And dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound -
And milkbones line the walkways just waiting to be found.

There even is a ring set up on the grass all lush and green -
And everyone who gaits around, becomes the Best of Breed.

For we're all winners in this place, we have no faults you see -
And God passes out those ribbons to each one, even me.

I drink from waters laced with gold, my world a beauty to behold -
And wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my very side.

At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me -
And moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent, and you stand at Heaven's gate -
Have no fear of loneliness for here, you know, I wait.