Ode to a Canine Companion
I think I never shall find a dear friend as my canine,
She has been my companion fine,
dressed in soft and black and shine.
Her wet nose smelled so well,
following every trail so swell.
She, bundled up in kisses and hugs and happiness,
only sought to keep me full of gladness.
Through all our adventures, big and small.
Some long and short, she was there all,
Through the rain and sun, snow and mire,
over roads and up yonder, there she never tire.
Across the years her company grew.
(Like a tender flower cared, it gives joy to its owner new.)
Always ready with a lick and a wag no matter the drag.
I knew I loved her.
We were inseparable, her and I.
Friendship and love did she teach,
no matter the day or hour there she had reach.
Old in years and plugging along is she,
no matter the pain and slowness, there she is.
No whimper of discontent,
nor no sorrowful complaint.
Her soft brown eyes patiently gaze on.
A senior she must be, the heart is willing but the flesh is weak.
There comes a time in one’s week to shove off and make a life.
Our connection will never be marred
no matter how we are barred.
Old she is, the flame of love yet remains.
When her Maker calls her home, she will gladly go.
Her day is done, her purpose is spent.
The run is over.
A far away look enters her eyes whilst she's here.
I can’t help but wonder if she will follow her Maker
over roads and up yonder coming to a place,
waiting with Him for me to come home.