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My faithful and everloving companion has passed.
The time we spent together has gone so fast.
She was with me just about everywhere I went.
She seemed to think that it was time well spent.

She'd sit at the window and watch me leave for work to make some dough.
Sad, puzzled eyes, not understanding just why she couldn't go.
But always glad to see me when I finally arrived back home.
I'd play with her a little ... then give her a tiny bone.

She loved to work .. the why I'll never know.
And she'd be in the car before you could say the word "Go".
She'd sit in the backseat and navigate
Watching out the window at the trucks and their freight.

She liked to herd the horses when we rode upon the trail.
Going back and forth to each one and bitin' at their tails.
She only got kicked one time that I knowed.
And that was from an old bronc that hadn't been rode.

She sure did like her food ... anything that she could beg.
And she really loved deliverin' messages .. she'd lay it by your leg.
Her coat was soft and shiney. The color? Kind of a muckely dun.
She was so very special and boy could she jump and run!

Do good dogs go to heaven and wait for their masters to come?
Do they get to chase balls and drink from streams, and have all kinds of fun?
I like to think that she is there, restin' by the tree.
And when I get to heaven, she'll be there waiting just for me.

Story ID:	134
Written by:	Yvonne K. Meckfessel (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Troy Illinois United States
Year:	2005
Person:	Page