Misty - My Old Dog Poem by Phil Soar

She is running in her sleep
Chasing sheep?

My ageing Border Collie
No longer at her fittest

She only sprints in dreams
Recalling memories of working

She was never good at that though
Sheep didn't bother her

So she hardly bothered them
And the farmer gave up

The result was a blessing for me
More than ten years after rescuing her

She still moves me to tears at times
I wish I could return her to fitness

Sadly, the Arthritus won't allow it
So she accompanys me

We stroll together
At our own pace

And she is my girl
My friend

And I am her ageing companion
Together we get older