Old Dog

Your time has almost come,
Little one I remember when it all had begun,
a handful of fluff,
to a big house you came,
lost and alone, whimpering for mum.

Today, almost 15 years on,
Legs buckled and tender,
Eye cloudy and dim,
Pain I cause when I lift you,
But your love is still on.

Your appetite not lost,
yet self control is all gone,
puddles and poops a plenty.
You sleep a lot more,
and walk a lot less.

Yet, Chickie, I love your faithfulness
You lack of 'why not me?'
You humbly endure the younger dog,
Who controls and contrives,
Never ever do you moan.

Ah Chickie, I will miss you,
Such memories I hold,
What a blessing you've been,
What a fond companion,
What enduring patience, what love!