such Soul in your eyes.
I’ve never seen it
in a four-legged creature,
the depth I see in you.
Sweet, Precious, Gentle—
It is your time, Dear One,
but it’s difficult to let you go.
That, due to circumstances,
we’ve been Blessed
to share so much time with you
as of late,
is a Miracle of the most wondrous kind.
You are Nate’s buddy—
the way you two look at each other
makes my heart melt.
He snuggles you, caresses you, walks you
(or do you walk him?),
even has your back when the mean lady
yells at you for walking on her grass!
He can’t compliment you enough—
he says you’re just so
sweet, nice, good . . .
Wow, he will miss you for sure.
But, too, the Wise Soul in him knows . . .
yes, deep down, he knows . . .
happens when It’s ready,
not when we are.
And Adalynn cares for you
like she’s your Mama . . .
always concerned about where you are,
happy to let you in and out
when you tap your paw on the windowpane.
Oh, “Aunt Sheba” . . .
You and I,
You’ve got moves that would put
Michael Jackson to shame!
Maybe the two of you
will do a little moonwalkin’
Sheba Louise . . . good, good girl.
Tears stream down my face . . .
Pappy Bill, our dad,
he loves you more than he loves anyone!
Okay, so maybe that’s because
you don’t scream, yell, jump on the furniture,
cry, stay out past curfew or worry him sick . . .
but, mostly, it’s just because you’re
What’s not to Love?
You are Love Itself.
Grandma Carol, our mom,
said she can honestly say
she’s never been angry with you,
and I believe her!
Bet she can’t say the same about me:-).
You’re my sister, my best doggy friend.
I didn’t hug you or pet you
as much as I would have liked
you shed like nobody’s business!
Now, I’d wear your fur
like my favorite sweater.
It’s true sometimes
we don’t know what we have
until it’s gone.
No, you know,
that’s NOT true in this case.
We knew what we had in You,
‘cause you’re just . . .
And we will continue
to know what we have in You
even as your body changes form.
You truly are
The Best Dog Ever!!!
And I’m not even a “dog person.”
Gosh, we’re all gonna miss You.
Tears . . . tears . . . tears . . .
enjoy the rest of your Journey
as your Spirit,
lives on . . .
Sweet, Precious Girl—
hugs, kisses, paws . . .
and one last look in those eyes . . .