A Poem in Tribute

I read this poem a while ago.  It reminded me of my love for elderly pets.  It spoke to me about my girl, Ursa, and I just thought it would be nice to copy here. It's  just a little tribute to a dog who kept me company for 14 years.

Good Old Dog

With your Old gray face

you sure know how

to brighten up this place.

Your pace is slowing

time is wearing thing.

You won't be here for long.

Old dog, I'll miss your grin

But before you go

There is one thing to say

Old Dog, I love you

and I'll miss you the rest of my days

And its been an honor

to walk across this land

with your faithful head

right at my hand.

Savana Frame

One Fine Dog

Here it is, Summer 2014 is in full swing. It's hurtling by with so many twists and turns. 

This will be my good old girl, Ursa's last summer with us.  She has been such a fine dog.  She is my walking pal, a sometime watch dog, and has always been here.  Fourteen years ago, we chose her from the Humane Society.  Now, she is failing and day-to-day, I need to assess her quality of life and decide when to help her move on.  It's not easy.  There is such a fine line between being selfish and doing what is right.

She has been a cheerful dog, a friendly dog, a great companion.  Ursa is a dog I have never had to worry about, she would never hurt anyone.  She owes me nothing.  I, on the other hand, owe her a dignified, peaceful end, when she tells me it is time.

Thanks, Ursa.

This post was written a little earlier in the week.  Today, July 23, 2014, she let me know that it was time to let her go.

Rest in Peace, you dear, old girl.  Thanks for being a dog I could trust with anyone and a dog that was great to let my boys grow up with. You were loved and I miss you already.