My Old Dog
She has been such a good girl all these live long years.
She still really loves a belly rub or a scracth behind the ears.
She still acts a little frisky when it's time to go outside.
I never have to ask her twice if she wants to go for a ride.
She has been a grand protector, and a member of the family.
But her bones have started creeking, and she can hardly see.
Her coat is not as shiny as when she was so young.
Her tricks are not as peppy as when we first begun.
I love my old lady dog, and I treat her extra kind.
Because in my heart I know... she's running out of time.
I remember when she was pup and just a ball of fur.
The years have rambled quickly and at times they seem a blurr.
And when she finally leaves me she will be sorely missed.
Because the things she has given back are too many for me to list.
Oh how I love my old dog and I say with breaking heart...
She has been a faithful friend to me from the very start.
So I will let her rest, dream, and dwell as the dog she has come to be.
But always and forever more, she will be a part of me.