back in the middle 1970s,
my friend, Art,
used to see a young man about 16 years of age
and a large dog walking along the road.
When cars would pass him on the other side,
he made eye contact and waved.
Art saw him almost daily,
walking along the road
waving at cars.
One rainy day
Art saw him
and pulled over.
if he could use a ride.
The young man said,
"I'm not really going anywhere,
thanks the same mister."
Art used to enjoy walks out in the countryside himself,
so he thought it wasn't too odd.
Art told him
if he ever needed a ride or help
to flag him down
and he would do whatever he could.
He thanked Art
and went on his way.
A few weeks later
Art saw the boy walking,
he didn't have his usual smile
and was pacing rather than walking.
He saw Art
and frantically flagged him down.
As Art got closer
he could see the boy was crying.
Art asked what was wrong.
"My best friend just passed away.
He was walking with me
and just dropped,
he's back by my house."
He said through tears.
Art said to hop in the car
and I'll take you there.
The house was a small old farmhouse,
with a larger driveway.
Art saw a dead dog just outside the driveway. "
There! There he is, that's Randy!"
Art checked the animal,
he had been dead for some time.
Art told the boy his dog was gone,
but he needed to keep him in his heart.
Art and the boy both cried.
Art took Randy to his house,
made a marker
and buried him.
Art left feeling very blue.
After work that day
a friend came by.
his female dog had a litter
a couple of months ago.
One of the pups,
they named Randy,
and he was the spitting image of old Randy himself.
Art explained the whole situation to his friend Jim.
Jim said it was not a coincidence
and it was a sign.
Art took him up to the house.
When Art opened the door,
little Randy came小Randy
"Randy! You came back to me!"
the boy said with tears of joy.
Life works in mysterious ways in our daily lives.