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
This one hit me–our family dog is “on the clock” and it breaks my heart–but we are cherishing each minute.
“We never speak of it ending” applies so broadly.
Powerful!