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.
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PressOn says:
Oh, yes.
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writinglife16 says:
This is so lovely.
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RuthieShev says:
So sweet. After sadmess, a new found sweetness appears.
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carolecole66 says:
I have nearly the same experience, but the one who died bullied the other, so the change was immediate; she was ecstatic to be free which made me feel really bad. Now she hobbles out every night on arthritic legs for our very short walk around the neighborhood. So glad her last years are happy ones.
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That is exactly how my dog reacted to her sister’s death. She has had a fabulous year or so being top dog
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gloryia says:
Nicely said – quite sad, an old faithful.
WritersDigest.com poetry prompt 262:- write a poem in which the unexpected happens.
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.
A beautiful expression of the bond between pet and pet owner.