My tired body was showing its wear,
As I slowly hobbled up the stairs.
Under my rump your hand you’d place
Climbing the stairs with a little more grace.
My dragging paws caused nails to bleed
You bought me booties – such a kind deed!
No more days of jumping on your bed
The floor brought more comfort to me instead.
And the increasing accidents in the house
The loss of control made me feel like a louse.
For even though my mind still keen
Better times this furry body had seen.
Gone were the days of youthful mobility
Replaced instead with waning dignity.
From you my distress I could not hide
The gloom was there; we both could tell
Within our sight was the Bride of Farewell.
With cloudy eyes I gave you my plea
Muster the courage, would you do this for me?
This body now aching for my spirit to be freed
Be not burdened with guilt for this kind deed.
Although the time has come, say not goodbye
For my spirit will soar back down from the sky.
From there like a magnet it will come along
To dwell where my body once mad its home.
Although my body must leave, say not goodbye
For my spirit in this home will remain alive.
And as long as you shall think me there
My spirit and you shall remain ever near!
(WinstonCRogers.net)
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I would like to thank Judy from WinstonCRogers.net for
her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.
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