Verse For A Golden Retriever

I sit in the evening still, a symphony of cicadas caressing my ears as their chorus trade places with one group of trees for another; not unlike a hypnotic trance. I’m surrounded by a black velvet sky perforated by the pinhole lights of stars. The new moon is hiding its face as the planet Venus gracefully observes. And I wonder when will I see my old friend again?

Your arthritic limbs slowed you down physically but not your heart. The site of you rolling around on a cool patch of good earth, a look of complete satisfaction, your aching limbs kicking upwards as though you were punching an invisible foe.

I remember that summer’s day by the lake; I turned around for a second and the next thing I saw you were swimming as though you had the agile body of a pup. I understood immediately; the water was your freedom from the restrictions the dry land brought to you.

Building the deck as you looked on with curious eyes making sure I added the ramp to ease your tired joints. Maybe I should have built it sooner, maybe it would have added another month, another day.

My friend, you were life itself, simple and joyful; Gods perfect creature… nothing but pure love.

© JC