Twilight
No longer padding softly,
grace not a part of her
early twilight,
she paces,
looks,
as if listening.
But to what?
Answering
to hand prompts
when she sees them,
hearing is something
she barely remembers.
The pacing is short-lived.
She tires easily,
sleeps most of the time.
Watching her dream,
there are some things
she does remember.
Always thirsty.
Always.
Medication does that, but
also thirsty for attention.
If her tail is any indication,
she still loves life.
And those ears.
When they perk, she could
melt any heart.
She wants to be a border collie.
And, she will be.
For a little while longer.
Off-prompt for NaPoWriMo 2017 on Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month.
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This is so heart warming. Loved it.
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Thank you.
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My friend you make my eyes water with love for these creatures who share our lives. Thank you.
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I knew you would get this, Daniel.
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Such a tender offering to a nobel pet
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Thank you. Sometimes I wonder if she’s the owner.
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My dog is getting up there in years and definitely has some of old age’s companion ailments.
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It’s a package deal, isn’t it?
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Yep. Gotta take the whole dog 🐶.
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It’s hard watching them grow older and knowing their days are numbered. This is such a sweet poem. I love it.
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It is, and thank you.
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You’ve written of her before. This is sweet, loving, and it has been all teary.
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She’s fourteen, and I’ve known her for five years. At less than a year old, she needed surgery to address hip dysplasia (which explains why she was left at the shelter by a breeder), and she was projected to have maybe ten years. In October 2015, when a tumor in her abdomen was found, the vet said we should be prepared, in case Prednisone didn’t alleviate her symptoms. She perked right up, but she has slowed considerably since. She’s still plugging away, though. I figure she’s holding out for the eclipse.
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Awww–that sweet face, I hope she does.
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this made me cry and smile at the same time ❤ nothing like the unconditional love of a pup ❤ I think they know it too ❤
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Of course they know it. They hold it over our heads. 😉
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As they are wont to do🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾💜🐕
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ahhhh. better than men, are dogs. I hope she she dreams well ~
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Me thinks she does.
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Such a tender tribute to man’s best friend written only by one who has known what it is to be a dog’s best friend . . . I loved reading it! And so did McGee!
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Thank you, Peter.
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Lasting echoing questions deftly done
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Thank you.
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You are very welcome friend.
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Ah, dogs! I can’t imagine a life without them. Now I must go pet one.
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You will be happy you did.
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And calmer.
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Reblogged this on O at the Edges and commented:
Ken G. writes about his dog. They bring us such joy, don’t they?
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Thank you for sharing this, Bob.
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Thank you for writing it!
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🙂
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Heart breaking! I have lost a daughter.
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I cannot even imagine the sorrow of such a loss. We may see our pets as children, but not even their loss could prepare one for the loss of a child.
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How many years have you had her?
Dwight
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Megan has been in the family for 15 years. I have been with her for the last six.
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How nice!
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