My Misty (A Dogs Tale) Poem by Phil Soar

I call her 'My Misty, My Girlie', for she
Has been there for years, and is a part of me
And now that her age has caused her so much strife
It's my turn to remember she's part of my life

To give back to her what she's given to me
In dog years as much as there ever could be
And when the time comes, and she can take no more
I'll cuddle her while she lies lost on the floor

We've given her everything, and maybe some more
She's brightened our life up, and that is for sure
But not yet my girlie, you still wag that tail
When we look back on you, there'll be some happy trail

From the way that you ran until tiredness called
For the games that you played, keeping us all enthralled
Juggling those tennis balls, playing those games
Growling at Marley, then looking ashamed

When we look back at memories, look back at time
Knowing that your were that sweet girl of mine
The family will love you, until it's the end
My Misty, My Girlie, My Collie, My Friend