Gently smiling
listening to the soft whuff whuff
as you trot beside us
We're not ready
as you look up at us expectantly
but that pasture is calling
with its moon tangled in the wisteria
and its silky shroud of stars
We give you one last hug
as you dart into the night
leaping and bounding to a new sunrise
listening to the soft whuff whuff
as you trot beside us
We're not ready
as you look up at us expectantly
but that pasture is calling
with its moon tangled in the wisteria
and its silky shroud of stars
We give you one last hug
as you dart into the night
leaping and bounding to a new sunrise
2 comments:
Major cuteness! Love your blog, glad I found you. tammy
Goodbye my Good Boy, goodnight sweet prince.
All the medication, all the care you needed, at least you were
not in fear and only slighty dopier than usual right until the end.
Everywhere I look, there are large, Boxer shaped holes in this house.
We miss you, we miss you, we miss you.
Please come see me as I dream, you know I'll scratch your head
and give you a big kiss and a hug.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
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