His eyes were open and stayed that way Aware and dignified, right up to the end. A mensch, reserved, not prone to delay, Loyal to a fault, on that you can depend.
Saucy he was in the final hours, Demanded kibble, a last meal at midnight. Poured out love, licks, and reassurance.
Despite his weak body, his power Did prolong the end, enough so that we might Say woof, shed our tears, take one last dance.
He knew it was the end. We, quite sure, thought that he would rally. He lay quiet, dignified, a friend and most trusted ally.
Monica lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and two foster dogs. She taught parents how to raise their toddlers for twenty-five years before retiring in 2015 to write. The secret to toddlers is to make sure you get enough sleep. Monica hasn't found the secret to writing, yet, but is diligently working at it. See links to her on-line stories on the publications page.
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