I see her picture,
and then realize she's gone.

My heart, stops,..
then races on.

I cherish that lick on the face,
the one captured in a photo,
That at any time,
seemed part, and place.

Hmm. what I would give
to feel such pleasantries
and all the love, that my dog gave
to me.

She's gone on,
and I feel so all alone.

My Pup has left me,
and I'm in this place.
I remember when I was less than perfect,
and feel disgrace.

I feel the tears
that fill my eyes
Cause with her death
I see my lies.

Who teaches who
In this game of life.
My pup is gone
And I feel such strife.

James Haddon, March/2003
Sweet and gentle, aloof and dignified
Aged 15 or 16
March 2004
Old Dogs Do Not Die

We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie
Each night in fireglow?

And who but I can reach my hand
Bofore we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind,
So young again and free.

And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass..
And when I call no one but I
Can see the bending grass....

~Author Unknown