Allie by Dorrin Birch / Author: Dorrin Birch, Master of Allie,

When you think of me, master
know that I’m not the same,
not the frail, old body
that I too fast became.

Smile back on our mornings
my young paws wet with dew
Think not of the pained version
of the pup you once knew.

Please remember our good times
our fond romps in the park
not the day I laid dying
and my world became dark.

And at times when you’re grieving
in those moments of hurt
do replace tears with memories
of when I was alert.

Please remember my soft eyes
and my sweet, loving lick
not the hazy, lost moments
after I became sick.

When sad times are upon you
and your tears start to flow
know I’m not the confused dog
that you grew to know.

Master, when you lie dreaming,
let your dreams be not blue
dare not dream of the frail dog
whose earth years seemed so few.

May your dreams paint you rainbows
and bright bridges of gold
and show you, my dear master,
that I’m no longer old.

May your rest bring you wisdom
may you wake without care
grieving not for my loss but
knowing I am still there.

I’ll be in puppy kisses
and in walks in the park
and right there still beside you
on your bed in the dark.

And those times you are smelling
a sweet, dew-covered rose
eyes closed, feel the soft brush
of a little, wet nose.

Whether you are in sunshine
or alone in the dark
when the gentle wind whispers
you just might hear my bark.

If at times you might feel
gentle taps on your knee
please don’t let it alarm you
it’s most probably me.

Though you no longer see me
nor can touch my soft hair
in a way that you know not
I will always be there.

Please do know I’ve not left you
we were paired from the start
I will be with you always
cuddled deep in your heart.

Love spans all horizons so
let your sad heart not harden
I romp and I’m whole again,
in a bright rainbow garden.

One fine day you will join me
we’ll run fast a green field
when you come to the gateway
and, like I, you are healed.

‘Til that joyous reunion
when I lick your sweet face
Know I’m playing in rainbows
and I’m saving your place.

So tonight as you lie back
settled down in your bed,
know I’m not gone, dear master
I’ve just gone on ahead.


In memory of the first & all the other dogs I've lost to time.
10, Dec 1999
Dorrin Birch