Old Dog Poem

First, a quick update, Brendol is doing fine.  She has been real tired the last week to 10 days but her bloodwork looked good on Monday so her third chemo is on schedule for this coming Monday.  We spend a lot of time curled up on the couch.  Also in the news, if you didn’t see the post introducing Adelaide, Brendol has a new sister.  She is only a year old and she’s a husky, so our cuddle time does get interrupted more than it used to.  😀  You can check out Addy on her page at http://adelaide.tripawds.com

Below is a sweet poem that was sent to my off the Bone Cancer Dogs group… so I can’t take credit for it.  But I wanted to share because it is so sweet:

TAKE JOY IN…..OLD DOGS

Their joys are simple. A soft bed. A scrap fallen from the table that
the younger dogs missed. The memory of a treed squirrel. A storm-less
night.

White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.
…
Old Dogs…their sweet Buddha bellies hang over crossed legs as they
fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out-racing their
shadows down long, shady lanes.

Once they danced by your side. The very definition of joy unleashed. A
perfect poem caught in shining eyes and wagging tails. They have
followed you faithfully for years. And would plunge into fires,
untamed wildernesses, raging waters if you asked.

Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.
Their cloudy eyes are starting to dim and go distant, tuning in to
some invisible world. Just beyond your reach.

Don’t go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears.
Stay longer. I can’t imagine a world without your fur pressed close to
my cheek. There are still so many roads we haven’t explored.

And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you.

Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the
invisible wings they are growing
That will soon take them to a place where once more they are warriors of speed
Drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows.
Able to leap high enough to touch the wing of the tiniest butterfly.

A place where they will now wait for you to catch up…

(from facebook, no author known)

Author: Karma

My furry family and I live in Atlanta. I care for a 12 year old pittbull mix (Brendol) who underwent an amputation of her front right leg for bone cancer. I also care for a 10 1/2 year old chow/border collie mix (Aissa) and two sister cats that are 3 (Mathilde and Morrigan). View all posts by Karma