Ode to Dogs...To Dylan

Playtime is what it sounds like
But the methods of play can change
Sometimes it's the ball, but oh my God
It's often, quite often, really strange

They run and run then plop on the ground
Panting away all their stress
They rise up and bark, then run some more
And that wears us out, I confess

How do they do it, I want to know
Stealing our hearts so complete
It's as if they know and require so little
And that fact, I know, is concrete

They sometimes require a patient hand
And sometimes that hand is stern
They learn so much and love so hard
What can we give back in return

All they do is love us,
And all they want is our joy
To know it is so simple,
Has to be some kind of ploy

Dogs are special, in all sorts of way
From service to the saving of lives
How could one such creature have all of these traits
And not even stop to think twice

To say your dog is family
Is always the way go
They come to our lives in so many ways
But leaving is harder you know

They do not fear much of anything
Except fireworks and thunder for sure
Death is not, something they fear
Because life to them is so pure

When it's time for them to leave us
And go over ”The Rainbow Bridge”
The fear of dying is not on their mind
It's the journey they take to the edge

Brian Hill - 2019 # 166
Dedicated to Dylan, (blue scarf) our 13 1/2 year old Goldlendoodle who went over the rainbow bridge today
1/31/2006 - 7/8/2019