Time for Bed
An Ode to Oliver

Before bedtime
We always went to the pond
For a romp to get ready to settle in for the night.
That was your favorite time of day, I think.
You loved that place.
You would run and play
And lay in your favorite spot
Smelling the night breeze.
It was just the place for the
Wild lynx living inside of you.

I laid you in that spot today
—Last night you began your final sleep.
When you did not wake up this morning
My heart broke.
Yet I know you raced across that Rainbow Bridge with joy
And I laid what was left to rest
In your favorite spot at the pond.
Farewell, my sweet furbaby.