So, dog is it?
Well, just a little friend …
Feeding, picking up messes.
She rolled in what?
No, no no, I don’t want to tug it out of your mouth
AND throw it again.
Click, click, clip… long nails again?
Wait, is that my shoe?
Oh, that was cute.
Fur in my burr; burr in my fur.
That tail stub has the best wag—
No, I haven’t seen the cat?
Watch your coffee, beer, wine—
well, I just hope it wasn’t new!
Oh, gross!
And yet—
Curled up are you in the small of my back?
Twisted around my feet?
Sleeping where?
Warm dog. lap dog. gentle dog.
That dog licks constantly!
Really?
Do you have to sit on top of me?
Don’t jump up now.
I got you. I’m here.
I’m so glad to see you too: yes I am, yes I am.
That face, those warm spots—
you see me, you know.
Soft, moist muzzle—creature of comfort.
Here for a time.
Hey, old eyes.
I know you, and I got you.
I won’t let you down.
I’m here.
Come on, my Love, one more time around?
Wanna go for a walk, my love?
Today is a beautiful day.
It’s going to last—
Forever.
[…] We had many glorious walks and cuddles before she went on to the Rainbow Bridge. Oh, how she loved her walks and would jump and twirl when she heard the rattle of the leash. Once out walking, she was intense and all over the place sniffing and checking out everything, go forward and then retrace forgetting herself in the moment. I even wrote her a little poem. […]