Walk With An Old Dog

Because you will not be forever, Hope against time though I may, Paint your picture in my memory, Eyes blue with age, muzzle gone gray.

Because you walked with me in Springtime, Puppy-clumsy, running free. As you grew, we grew together– You became a part of me.

Because I shared with you my sorrows, Not understanding– simply there. Often spurring me to laughter– My friend, you know how much I care.

Because the years have slowed your fleetness, Though your spirit still is strong. I promise I will take more time now, So that you can go along.

Because you do not fear the future, Living only in the now, I draw strength from your example– Yet time keeps slipping by somehow.

Because the day will soon be coming When I will no longer see You rise to greet me – but in memory You will always walk with me.

by: Gayle Jokiel