I cry for her before she’s gone, My puppy.
She’s not a puppy anymore. I won’t have her forever.
Is she my favorite of the dogs of my lifetime? Perhaps yes perhaps no.
I will never say, who could ever compare, they are all my favorites.
I love them all so so deeply.
Just one for a lifetime, that’s all I need, but I am blessed with many.
Only a very few so far.
I can do the math.
One day my puppy will be gone.
I will have a new puppy, of any age, that I will also fall in love with.
I will keep her also until her dying day.
I bare this burn of mourning, perhaps too young.
It is easy with humans, they often bring death upon themselves.
Through old age or stupidity or mismanagement of the body.
But puppies, oh if I could have them all back.
I’d keep them forever.
They don’t know any better and they are so loveable.
I cry for her in advance, not because I expect she’ll be gone soon, but because I miss all the rest of my little sisters.
Such sweetness and fun lost yet more born to find.