Saturday, February 9, 2013


My dog is dead
By senility led
To wait for me in the road.
My lightened load
Not having to put him down
Does not relieve soul's frown 
Or cause hope to bloom
In this morning gloom
That in deafness he didn't see
That he soon would not be
Waiting longer for me there,
But in another place somewhere.
And if my best friend ain't there,
I don't need to go.


  1. Oh Libby, I am so sorry. I so adored that dear old soul, that I got to know through your photos and some of your poems. Poor old dear, waiting for you, faithful as ever. Horrible vehicle, likely going too fast. I do hope our best friends are waiting for us somewhere. I am counting on it! You will all miss him so much. The hardest thing about loving a dog is that they dont live as long as we do. He was such a sweetheart. Gloom indeed. I hope he didnt suffer.

    1. Thank you, Sherry. We were discussing euthanasia 2 days ago. We weren't at all expecting this, we live on a gravel road. I hate to think it was one of my neighbors driving too fast, so I'm blaming it on a logging truck. They never slow down or stop for anything, not even life on planet earth itself.

  2. Libby, I am sorry, so sorry. Your sentiments are mine. If our best friends aren't waiting there....... This is really hard I know, and I can only say I feel so bad for your loss.


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