Honeybear

Tiny little puppy so sweet and warm

On New Year’s Eve you were born.

Ten weeks old when we first met

I knew at once you would be my pet.

Weighing just a little over a pound

Into my heart you swiftly bound.

Liquid hazel eyes that my heart does melt

Soft chocolate and tan is your pelt.

Cute bouncy step  - you never walk

And for more play you never balk.

In your quieter moments, though they are few,

Your sweet puppy kisses show a love so true.

And as you cuddle against me so tight,

You bring fondness and warmth into my night.

As you’ve matured and swiftly grown

You certainly have made me your own.

Now your sight, hearing and smell are no longer keen.

Your gate is slower; your playfulness seldom seen.

Your pelt is still chocolate but the tan has turned to white

Though you still cuddle me all through the night.

Those sweet doggie kisses you yet bestow

To remind me your love has not lost its glow.

Now most of your time is spent in slumber

As your years too fast become 16 in number.

We share our love as we did from the beginning

With your cute ways my devotion you are still winning.

When I come home at the door you patiently wait

With wagging tail up in the air so straight.

Those liquid brown eyes and upturned snout

Pleading, “Mommy, please take me out.”

I know our days together are growing brief

When they end, love will turn to grief.

These last few months I have watched you fail

With no more wagging, straight up tail.

Your gait definitely had faltered these last few days.

Those liquid brown eyes have turned to cloudy gray.

You lost your appetite and rejected even your favorite food

While your sweetness turned into an angry mood.

Our last weekend together was bittersweet

Because I knew your fate today you would meet.

Our goodbyes were heartfelt but brief

And my love for you has turned to grief.

Tonight you play at the Rainbow Bridge

Watching for me to cross the ridge.

Someday my precious, we will reunite

And both walk into the light so bright.