18 December 2010 ~ 3 Comments

Banger: A Dog and My Cousin

In England we colloquially refer to dachshunds as “sausage dogs”, which was why my aunt and uncle’s dog was called Banger, a colloquial term for sausage. We were very close and he used to whine at the door when we went back home after a visit. He was terribly spoiled and my aunt and uncle would lure him inside from the car with a trail of doggie choccie drops, much like Hansel with his breadcrumbs. They also wiped his little paws every time he came in from a trip out. Anyone who has ever had to say goodbye to a beloved pet might be able to identify with this one. I wrote it on Tuesday 2 May 1989, at age 12.

Oh I remember Banger
I remember him so well
Oh how he felt or how he feels
Not even I can tell

We used to be so close together
Always in touch
I yearned to see him, hear his bark
I love him so much

I sometimes act so strangely
And feel so deep in thought
I’m taken away from the face of this earth
And by God’s powers am caught

I know I’m going to miss him
As anyone would
But to cry and yearn for him
Will do me no good

Sometimes I feel so selfish and so far away
Here are my thoughts of this dear dog
That only I can say

I love him, how I love him
I love him in my heart
I always feel and always will
We’ll never be broken apart

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