Stood at his graveside
she cut a lonely sad figure
her own scars still visible
…wounds from the mad killer’s trigger.
She’d lain right across him
when they began the attack
he was not just her master
…to her he was pack.
She could sense that he’d been there
though he’s not there any more
she turned in her sadness
…as she remembered that war.
But that was then, she was now retrained
she lives now with her new pack
and still she will do whatever it takes
…to protect her in any attack.
A police dog’s life is hard, but fun
at times great danger is a must
as officer and dog go to the front line
…in a pact based entirely on trust.
©Joe Wilson – In praise of police dogs…2016
Police dogs don’t always get a fair shake.