Set free
to be
the feisty
growling, adventurous me.
Where I can eat with the squirrels
and sleep with the BIG dogs and
be at peace with the thunder.
I will miss
those who have loved me
and cared for me
I will meet you
when you cross over.
In the mean time,
listen for my bark in the
sound of the wind chime.
March 13, 2007