Jake deteriorated until his legs
could support him no longer.
last night I dreamed
I was in a house
it was mid winter
and John came in
stamping the snow
off his boots,he had
a stick to throw
in his hand.
and Jake was by his side
jumping in anticipation
John said “he’s all better”
and when I woke
somehow I knew
this was the day.
sweet dog
with gentle eyes
Jake knew nothing
but love all his life
and reflected it.
he left having had a breakfast
of his favourites:
cat treats,roasted chicken breast
bologna,chicken wiener
and french vanilla ice cream.
i walked down to the bridge
to open the gate for Denise
coming from our vets office
a cool but lovely sunny morning
the waterfall was singing
as were the birds
a cacophony of life.
and I thought “to every thing there is a season”
over used but so appropriate.
so good bye our treasured boy
there was none like you – ever.
I thought of the old song
“when I grow too old to dream
your love will live in my heart”
Margo

John Evans old pal Jake