Faith And All Beloved Ones by Gail

There’s something about
a warm dog on a cold night.
The way she snuggles
up to you in the recliner
As you watch the six o’clock news.

And you know the highlight
of her whole day
Is hearing the car pull
in the garage
And seeing you walk
through the door.

She doesn’t care if you’re fat
or what you look like
without makeup on.

She’s quite content
to bask in your shadow
And to bring you her squeaky toy
when she’s bored and
it’s time to play.

It’s then you know you’re
looking at the closest thing
you’ll ever see on this earth
To a true and unconditional love.

And all she asks for in
return is a gentle pat
on the head
And some dog food in her bowl
you know the kind she likes.

I think maybe the amount of pain
you feel when you lose a pet
Is somehow commensurate
to the amount of love
they brought into your life.

That’s what makes
our pets so special
And why it’s so hard
to let them go.


1995 – 2002



Faith And All Beloved Ones