Goodbye Dear One
How old am I?
I just couldn’t say,
I lived in the moment,
From each day to day.
All I’ve known
Is chase, and play
Guarding you, and to
Do as you say.
It’s been so great
to be in your Pack
Included in all things,
We each “got our backs”
But when life got harder
I gladly endured,
For the love of my family
It kept my heart moored.
Then like a pen,
I ran out of ink,
It got harder to move
Even harder to think.
And when it got bad
My people took note;
“We should send him to Heaven”
Came the merciful vote.
So, again I’ll stand tall,
with The Dog’s endless spirit
To serve as a new pup,
The one who endears it.
by Dr. Erik Johnson
