Canvasback once posted this either here or at the 16 gauge forum and it says it all:
Oh God, my master,
should I gain the grace
to see thee face to face
when life is ended,
grant that a little dog who once pretended
that I was God
might see me, face to face.
I've recited this brief poem over the graves of 3 gun dogs, and posted it a couple times on bird hunting forums. I first saw it near the end of John D. Rucker's wonderful 1992 book
The Barney Years, about his young adult life with a remarkable springer. Here's what Rucker wrote there of the poem's source.
"At the grave side I quoted the little dog poem that I had found years ago in Dad's handwriting on the back cover of the
Georgia-Florida Field Trial Book, with the initials "BCB." "
Jay
