The six dogs I’ve known over the years
all thought me better than I was,
lived with no regret or second thought…
protected my children, kept me company
when fevers curled
me up on the floor.
They expected food on time and little else,
thought a run in the woods
was the best thing in the history of the world,
squirrels up in trees where they belonged.
And with such sensitive noses,
not once did they judge morning breath.
(Beyond a sneeze.)
When the short years passed,
they were stoic, trusting
Even in pain, even then.
They trusted with great hearts,
comforted by a last touch,
Even as the needle slipped in, eyes
searched ours as they relaxed and were
Summoned home to wait for us,
Curled up and resting by the fire.