Dog Time

I wrote this poem two days ago about our dog Rosie who just turned 14 on December 27th.  I have been feeling especially tender toward our old girl knowing that each day she is with us is a gift and there will only be so many more days.  Today I took her to the vet for what we thought was a tooth problem and it turns out she has a tumor in her mouth, cancer. Coincidence?  I think not.

Dog Time

She’s right here.
and alive,
my old dog.

Stay awhile
sweet friend.
Our time together
is not done.

Steady soul,
in this time
and perhaps
in a time before
and perhaps in
a time
yet to come.

Stay a bit longer
sweet friend.
We have a bit
more love to share
before you go.

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