Last night was a difficult night. Our Golden Retriever had to be put down. She was a dear, loyal friend for many years. We half expected that she wouldn't be here last winter, but with the new pup arriving, she perked up a bit and let the puppy drag her around the house and they played while she reclined! It was a sight to behold.
But yesterday morning, her eyesight suddenly just didn't seem right and she didn't want to go down the porch steps or up them. Going up and down has been a problem physically for a while, but she's done it. She had developed laryngeal paralysis, which eventually affects the hind limbs, and it had begun to do that. Where her back end had been weak with hip problems in youth, it finally gave way in old age.
So it was time to say good-bye.
And as I wrote this morning, I was reminded of an old Girl Scout song I learned so many years ago -
"Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold."
I have a new friend, but my gold will always be my remembered friend.
She slept by my bed
by my feet
by my head
watch over fears.
I stroked her face
as she slipped
from this place;
back the tears.
my friend near.
Amy Ludwig has a happier dog poem to share today, PLUS lots and lots of links to other poetry! Go there for this week's Poetry Friday fare! at The Poem Farm