Good Old Dog
- Theresa Baxter
- Jul 3, 2023
- 1 min read

Older dogs are precious cargo
Once so spry, now cannot far-go
Their fur is coarse, it sprouts in tufts
There’s slightest limp in how they strut
The stairs are getting harder now
But up and down they get somehow
A little ratty round the ears
But that’s what comes from many years
Their eyesight dims, goes fast their hearing
All signs of that which we’ve been fearing
Each day that passes more change comes
You dread the beat of Pale Death’s drum
My good ol’ girl is getting up there
Someday, I know, she’ll travel up where
High in sky, cloud and stars meet
Eternity waits with all the treats
And I’ll be there until the end
Stroking gently beloved friend
As sweet dreams of a great adventure
Ease her off to sleep forever…
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