Morgan Tigard

I wrote this poem for my sister, Kylie Tigard, after she was forced to put Morgan down. Morgan was a wonderful Pembroke Welsh Corgi that Kylie had for over  decade. She was very caring, loved to chase after her ball, and would tell  you when she needed some more petting. I still miss her to this day. What a wonderful dog she was.

There was a dog,

That I once knew,

Who was as special,

As me or you.

She went by Na-na,

And loved her ball,

She’d chase it around,

Up and down the hall.

When you threw it outside,

She’d tear across the deck,

Down the stairs, onto the lawn,

With Mattie latched to her neck.

A barker Morgan was,

When she wanted to play,

You’d tell her, “No barking!”

She just couldn’t obey.

Once out on the deck,

She had a big scare,

She started barking like crazy,

At a giant black bear.

She’d walk up to you,

Plop her butt on the ground,

She’d roll on her back,

And make a little sound.

If you didn’t pet her,

She’d give you a stare,

“Rub my belly,” she’d plead,

Front feet moving in prayer.

When someone came over,

She’d jump on their leg,

“Pay attention to me,”

She’d bark and she’d beg.

She was never happier,

Than with her basket of toys,

Running with them in her mouth,

Biting down to hear squeaky noise.

When she got dirty and smelly,

She’d need a bath to get clean,

Kylie’d whip out the hair dryer,

Morgan’s coat glistening with sheen.

When the day was all done,

Well after she’d been fed,

Off with Jewel and Mattie,

And onto their beds.

Was she a person or a dog,

Who can really say,

She deeply touched us all,

In her own special way.

We will miss her sorely,

Both day and night,

For she did not give up,

And fought a good fight.

Now she has moved on,

We realize with a start,

But she will always be here,

Deep in our hearts.

Conan Tigard

December 20, 2010