(In Memoriam) 12/13/2010
He watches her with a chuckling sigh
always aware of his companion
and her cheerful ways
making his life much sweeter.
How he loves his hummingbird.
He rests his head on his paws
and contemplates the yogurts
yet to come, should he be so lucky
when tea comes full stop.
His nose twitches with memories.
He really ought to wear a monocle
denoting his importance.
The wisdom of age-dome.
He considers himself well seasoned
and somewhat a connoisseur in treats.
His fur has gotten older,
but no less refined,
in its white glory,
with coffee colored spots
to make him ruggedly handsome.
Life has been somewhat lovely
here in the garden cottage,
with Anne for company.
How could any dog ask for better
than the love and comfort god provided.
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