The Divine Old Dog’s Life Changes,

Day by day,

each morning,

she takes a walk along the road,

until her legs begin to drag,

and tremble,

she can no longer jump into the car,

or hop up onto the back seat,

or walk up a steep hill,

or make her way through the path

in the woods,

where she lived in the hope of a chipmunk,

to chase.

We do not tell the Divine Old Dog what she must do

for us,

any longer.

We listen to her,

and she

will tell us,

what we need to know.