MY COMFORTER as published in “The Dog’s Book of Verse” Collected by J. Earl Clauson

Dedicated to Stan Lee, my comforter (portrait of Stan shown below).

My Comforter

The world had all gone wrong that day
And tired and in despair,
Discouraged with the ways of life,
I sank into my chair.

A soft caress fell on my cheek,
My hands were thrust apart.
And two big sympathizing eyes
Gazed down into my heart.

I had a friend; what cared I now
For fifty worlds? I knew
One heart was anxious when I grieved—
My dog’s heart, loyal, true.

“God bless him,” breathed I soft and low,
And hugged him close and tight.
One lingering lick upon my ear
And we were happy—quite.

Anonymous.
As published in “The Dog’s Book of Verse” Collected by J. Earl Clauson
A Public Domain Work.