Short
stubby legs
An ankle
biter
Nipping at
your heals
Exited
bouncing
A noisy
welcome
Happiness
she feels
Pulling all
the way
Walking on
the lead
Heckles up
for greetings
Always
picking fights
With bigger
dogs
Hopeless at
new meetings
Reach to
pet her
Hand
outstretched
She covers
you with slobber
Proudly
protects
She listens
carefully
Getting old
The bones
now ache
(not the
ones she's chewing)
Gulps her
food
She won’t
miss out
Then
occasionally spewing
A new
friend comes
he chases
her
Feeling
younger now
They run
around
They share
in games
Just not in
morning chow
Her old
eyes reflect
A happy
life
In a family
home
A heart
still young
But the
legs are tired
No longer
able to roam
And now
she's gone
There’s no
more whining
No rubbing
her soft ear
I can’t
touch her
And can’t
smell her
But it
still feels like she’s here
Goodbye old
friend
(Kimberley
Jane)
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