Sometimes I wonder if I’ll miss this dog
when she dies.
Tumbleweeds of dog hair
rolling across a waxed oak floor,
chased this very morning
by leg breeze and a broom.
Carrying a big wheel and helmeted toddler
sliding across a wet yard pile.
I wonder if I’ll think instead of learning to care for another
How her quiet and faulted loyalty
comically left us with a scaredy-dog.
Or the two pregnancies she followed
me through the house like a worried
Mother, unsure how to help
unsure what was happening
unsure what that extra heartbeat
meant to her job. Her purpose in this life.
When she wakes the kids with her tap
dancing paws, heavy from lightning
sparks and rolling bowling
lanes and my agitated sighs.
Maybe I’ll think of her at our feet
No longer begging for a space on the couch
asking for nothing, but what she can
do for us to make us happy, just once.
Our beloved dog of 13 years passed away this week. She was a gentle companion and unconditionally loving family member.