The Good Dog’s Farewell
The light came in and stirred my dreams; I rose to greet the sun once more, Though joints protested every step, my tail still wagged along the floor. I did not bark nor whine nor stray, I only longed to do what's right, To reach the grass, to greet the breeze, to mark the morning, hold the light. But legs betrayed where heart was true, and so he came, my master's arm, The cradle strong, the whisper low, the breath of love, the breath of calm.