5/2/13

A poem for Nezzi

Nezzi Remembered
by Brigitta Pettersson
Reprinted in Dr. Tibor Buzady's book, "Dogs of Hungary"

Two big, attentive eyes,
A look full of warmth,
A cold, wet nose,
Floppy ears, an intellegent face.
A paw in my hand,
His head hanging on one side.

He just turned up. Out of the blue.

Then he became my friend.
-- I have always had so few friends.
He was faithful.
-- Who else has been faithful to me?
He was loyal.
-- Nobody has had any time for me.
My shield and defence.
-- All that he wanted was me.

What a lot I got from him!
-- What did I give him back?

...Perhaps we shall meet, and then begin again.