The Divine Old Dog looked at me,

with pleading eyes,

take me for a walk.

She walked out, to the back of the car,

she could not jump in,

as she always did.

I picked up the Divine Old Dog,

careful to preserve her dignity,

like it was her idea,

she looked surprised,

her legs were shaking, I carried

her to the back seat, she held her  head high.

We got to our road, her favorite walk, I helped her out.

She look at a deer out in the field,

her ears up, her head high,

she pretended not to see,

she sniffed the air, picking up the stories

of her world.