Never a Friend Like That

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When you have a dog that you loved and who’s crossed the rainbow bridge, you can’t help but think about him every once in a while. My nephew and his family recently lost a dog they loved for many years. They touch our hearts in a special way for sure. In reading through my grandmother’s book of poetry I found this little poem by W. Dayton Wedgefarth. I couldn’t find any information about Mr. Wedgefarth, but I liked his poem about a dog named Bum.


He’s a little dog , with a stubby tail, and a moth-eaten coat of tan,
And his legs are short, of the wabbly sort;
I doubt if they ever ran;
And he howls at night, while in broad daylight he sleeps like a bloomin’ log,And he likes the food of the gutter breed; he’s a most irregular dog.

I call him Bum, and in total sum he’s all that his name implies,
For he’s just a tramp with a highway stamp that culture cannot disguise;
And his friends, I’ve found, in the streets abound, be they urchins or dogs or men;
Yet he sticks to me with a fiendish glee. It is truly beyond my ken.

I talk to him when I’m lonesome-like, and I’m sure that he understands
When he looks at me so attentively and gently licks my hands;
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say nought thereat,
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that!


What was the name of your favorite dog? I hope it wasn’t Bum… but I hope it was a lot like Bum! Through life we live and love and lose but God has a way of healing our hearts and giving us hope so that we never forget that Out Here Hope Remains. JED