by Jan Coville
From my window I see him, rolling out on the lawn.
I look back to the past that's not too far gone...
I remember him hunting; he never missed a shot!
Such a hard working dog, and his pride-
it showed a lot.
Old dog, your days are numbered
But you'll always be remembered...
Always ready to do any task, all anyone had to do
was ask.
Find a bird or get the ball; no request was too
big or small.
An affectionate dog with a smirky grin...
Is loving too much considered a sin?
Here's the ball, can we go play? We went through
this most every day.
The wagging tail, that sloppy kiss--Aggravating
things I know I will miss.
Old dog, your days are numbered
But you'll always be remembered...
The romping days have gone away. As he walks, his
legs begin to sway...
Jumping up on the porch is a thing of the past..
I don't know how much longer he can last.
He looks at me and blinks his eyes...What will I
do whenever he dies???
There'll be no more barking to let you in
It's so hard to think of not seeing you again.
Old dog, your days are numbered
But you'll always be remembered...
And so we go now, day by day..I wish there could
be a simpler way
To go through life, watch it fade and die,
It's just so hard to say Goodbye.
But say it, we will, and then you'll be free...
Running and jumping
Once more by the sea.
Old dog, your days are numbered
But you'll always be remembered...
Jan Coville/Nov.96