My two dogs had done very well
to live as long as they have done,
but sadly one dog died last year
leaving behind the timid one.
I thought that without her sister
the timid underdog would pine,
but instead of that she blossomed
into the closest friend of mine.
Since then she never leaves my side.
She loves to follow me around
but her ancient legs are failing
and she has to keep lying down.
She’s almost lame and very deaf
and these days she can hardly see
but each day she is here is an
unexpected bonus for me.
WritersDigest.com poetry prompt 262:- write a poem in which the unexpected happens.