Kelcorov Borzoi Northern California​

A Borzoi

 

I will lend to you for a while, A Borzoi pup God said,

For you to love him while he lives And mourn for when he’s dead.

Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, Or only two or three

But will you, till I call him back, Take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you And (should his stay be brief)

You’ll always have his memories As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return

But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.

I’ve looked the whole world over In search of teachers true

And from the fold that crowds life’s land I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love Nor think the labor vain

Nor hate me when I come to take My Borzoi back again?

 

I fancied that I heard them say, “Dear Lord, Thy Will Be Done."  For all the joys this pup will bring, The risk of grief we’ll run.

We’ll shelter him with tenderness, We’ll love him while we may And for the happiness we’ve know Forever grateful stay.

But should you come to call him back

Much sooner than we’ve planned

We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand.

If by our love, we’ve managed Your wishes to achieve

In memory of him we loved, To help us whilst we grieve,

When our faithful bundle Departs this world of strife,

We’ll have yet another pup And love him all his life.