When you awake, oh the things we’ll see.
I’ll take you there.
Then, again, maybe it is you who will take me.
We’ll take all that has been everyday, every year,
for the last fifteen.
The coming home from work and your happy tail,
the run to the park, your funny bark at a stray bee.
But, for now, my dear friend,
as I put you to sleep.
You’ve never complained.
Just wanted to be with imperfect me.
It’s not mostly sorrow now that I will keep
but something I will always appreciate.
I have been so blessed by a reliable grace.
Thank you for all that you have been
as I say goodnight now to your ever kind face.
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