Old Dog 2009 On the couch, she drops her head in my lap as she has done thousands of times wanting ear rub, soft murmurings, communion. She’s old now, very old and will leave soon. Dear companion, precious friend
My beloved Pearl remains alive just the way this poem describes... I remember knowing her time was coming and cherishing every moment more deeply. Now I re-experience the love just remembering. How rare the gift. Thank you, Amrita, for sharing this one.
Beautiful! Me thinks Holly’s heading that way, yet she’s not as audibly expressive.
Love her every minute!! And give her a cuddle from me, too.
So very simple, so very sweet, as the purest loves are. Gives me a big "awwww!"
Me, too, thinking of her. Our dear Dancer, long gone. Our wolfhound who made it to almost ten--a long life.
My beloved Pearl remains alive just the way this poem describes... I remember knowing her time was coming and cherishing every moment more deeply. Now I re-experience the love just remembering. How rare the gift. Thank you, Amrita, for sharing this one.
Such dear friends. Thanks for enjoying it.