Molly Dog

Molly 2006 BW
Molly Dog, 2006

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

with you.

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.


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