Ode to my Border Collie
They judged her unfit
To roam on the farm,
So she made our yard
Her farm.
They deemed her incapable
Of herding sheep,
So the children,
And the cat
Became her sheep.
They did not think her fierce enough
To sleep at the sheep fold gate,
Protecting all from
The treacherous wolf,
So she slept at
My bedroom door
Protecting me instead.
She made her life what she
Knew it should be,
Paying no mind
To what they made
Of her.
gratefullyyourstoday 
Janie — is Star still with us?
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Yes, she is indeed. I have just been thinking a lot about her loyalty lately. She is moving very slow, often needs help getting up and has a lot of confused moments. But she still insists on climbing the stairs every night to sleep between me and the door.