Stretched by the hearth in a deep content,
fond of the fire as I,
There was something with the old dog went, I had not thought could die.
The fireplace will never be the same without you in front of it. I’ll miss you forever Reno. RIP.
I lost a special friend today
the kind you can’t replace.
and looking at his empty bed,
I still can see his face.
I see the endless energy
the sparkling puppy eyes.
Not the tired, fragile friend.
I had to bid good-bye.
I remember how he’d run to me,
to play his favorite game.
And how his ears would perk right up,
when he heard me call his name.
But as those precious years went by,
and we both aged and grew
I’d find him often slowing down,
but we had still so much to do.
He did his guard dog duty well,
each time the doorbell rang.
Strangers surely couldn’t see
My gentle friend behind those fangs.
I’ve noticed in the recent times,
his eyes were not as sharp.
Where is that running ball of fur?
The years have shown their mark.
He started wanting to be near by me,
Was this his special clue.
Because he felt the end was near,
I only wish I knew.
My Reno was a special dog,
I know he gave his best.
But as I looked deep into his eyes,
I knew it was time for him to rest.
It will truly be a struggle,
I don’t know how I’ll face each day.
I have to let him go I know,
but in my heart he’ll always stay.
by Christina L Tronnes
See you at the bridge,
| Reno |
| 8, Oct 2009 |
| Karen Burback |