If It Should BeIf it should be......
If it be I grow frail and weak, and pain should wake me from my sleep. then you must do what must be done, for this last battle can't be won. You will be sad, I understand, don't let your grief then stay your hand. For this day, more than all the rest, your love and friendship stand the test. We've had so many happy years, always together, always here. You'll not want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please let me go I know in time you too will see, It's kindness that you do to me. Although my tail It's last has waved, from pain and suffering I've been saved. Do not grieve that it should be you, who has to decide, this thing to do. We've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold any tears. |
Until We Meet In Heaven
All good things
Must come to an end, And today I said goodbye To my very best friend. The house will seem so still, Now that he's gone. There'll be no one to wake me up To go outside at dawn. His bowls will sit there empty, But I'll leave them in their place. No more will water drip down from his thirsty, furry face. There'll be no one to bark When the paper boy comes by. It's going to be one of those moments When I'm sure I'll want to cry. But I know the day will come, When my tears will finally fade, And I'll focus on the good times, and all the fetch we played. So until the day that we Can be together once again, I'll keep your memory alive 'Til we meet in Heaven, my friend. |
Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is still (how still), When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone – whether it goes – for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear. Power of the Dog by Rudyard Kipling |
Our Pack is Down by One TodayOur pack is down by one today This modest marauding family's flag lifts by half The front door has lost it's sentinel and the UPS man will not be bothered Birds fly into the backyard with impunity Bones are safe and fleas mourn The morning made bed will remain flat, rumpleless The sofa is lonely and black sweaters have been set free of fair short hairs Our pack is down by one today And the Lily's of dog heaven grow by one While the Daisy's, mothers, weep And the space and place below my feet is cold Our pack is less by one today M.A. Robles |