I see you running across the field -- playing with the others, Chasing balls, squirrels, possums, cats -- you're not picky. Always the chaser -- never the chased.
I see you greeting the children as they run to you -- They see you as a big, fluffy toy. You don't even growl when they pull your tail and your ears.
I see you greeting your friends -- always smiling that look of pure delight when they rub your ears.
I see your "hummingbird" tail - wagging furiously as you locate something/ someone in the bushes.
I see you sleeping - your arms outstretched as though you were praying. Have you found Him?
Has He taken you into His arms and told you what a good dog you are - and what a good job you did getting me not just to love you - but teaching me how to accept your love? Has He said - well done, good and faithful servant? Has He given you another field with green grass and balls, possums, squirrels and cats to chase?
You are free, now my puppy. You are not bound by your old, tired body -
Go in peace, then.
And remember -- you will always be my buddy, my pal, my love, my best friend.
This blog is dedicated to my best friend, Moose - Standard Poodle, who taught me how to be loved. Rest well my friend.