Belly rubs before all else

Food prepared then we roam

A morning skip on dewy grass

Relief a romp return to home

 

This soft warm roommate

Has little choice to share

As morning news brightens

That dark corner there

 

My many barks may sound good

As I look into her eyes

She twists and turns a furry head

Curiously wondering why

 

Just like this for weeks and years

We never speak of it ending

As the thought brings tears

Reminding each our time is pending