Greetings from Calico Blackie!.
It’s a rainy day outside and I’m feeling kind of introspective. My big dog (Autie) just turned 12 and I’m thinking about my old dog (Tojo). When it’s all said and done….
Does it really matter?
Anyway, here’s a poem I wrote for him:
They say there’s a place we go when we are through-
If we’ve done well, we get our due-
Well I don’t know if it’s all true-
But here’s what I would want to do…..
I would find a place in the country hills-
No frigging bills…….
Michele and I would sit on a log by the creek-
Among the tall grass-
No need to speak….
We would spread a picnic by that log that was fit for a king-
And I’d look at her finger-
My mothers ring…….
Soon, along would come those we wished to see-
All old friends and family-
We would laugh and talk and speak of days-
That were missed when we realized they were yesterdays…..
All the things we meant to say-
But never had the time…….
Then we would race around in those fields of flowers-
And run and play and have fun for hours-
And when we came back to our picnic log-
We would find Autie and our Tojo Dog, both Akitas……..
Yes, they had some of that picnic too….
They’re good dogs-
So it was their due…….
And after we had all napped in the cool cool breeze-
We would leave our creek-
Under the trees…….
We would walk together down that country lane-
No friggin pain…..
We would tread the road beneath our feet-
With Tojo and Autie-
Wouldn’t that be sweet?
Calico Blackie @ kidakita