The Divine Old Dog,
has seen enough of the cold,
she loves the wood stove,
it warms her arthritic bones,
it gives her peace.
The Divine Old Dog
is slower, quieter,
she sits by her stove through the
many hours that once
were taken up with hunting
and running,
and protecting.
The Divine Old Dog
is fading, quieter,
her limbs sore and thin,
her heart is big and strong,
she watches over her world,
she is due some rest,
she did her work so long,
so well.