how lovely of you to visit me, thank you. This is the latest offering of the dog-poet in response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge The two prompt words this week, to be integrated synonymously, are sad and write.
I have written this poem for my best pal and mentor, the old girl, our 15 ½ year old collie, Maisie. Her back legs have given out and she has doggy dementia – Canine Cognitive Dysfunction (CCD) is the posh name. We know she won’t be able to last much longer – but she is such a trooper and hanging in there, with the help of a harness my people have to use. These are very poignant days for all of us.
The first photo, called Maisie’s mile, was taken a month ago when she could still stand up and we had made a nice path from the door to the garden to help her. The old girl still loves playing with her interactive, find my treat game. The second photo was taken yesterday. She got worn out looking for treats in her game and fell asleep.
My tribute predicts
– as scribbled poem quivers –
Farewell, my best friend.
By Ben, the dog poet ©2018
I have written a whole page about CCD to help other two legged things who might be wondering how are they going to cope. Please tell them all about it. It was jolly hard work.
Love Ben xx