The Soul Behind Clouded Eyes Poem by Ros Venn

Rest your old weary head my furry friend,
In your company my time I like to spend
You curl up beside my feet, and sleep,
I often wonder are you counting sheep,

It's not been much more than ten years,
Mostly a pup with funny curious little stares,
Now a seasoned terrier who likes to rest,
Arthritis, blind, deaf, physically not the best,

But, your soul is still there behind clouded eyes,
Your mind comes and goes, an odd spark flies,
You play like a pup again and then you stop,
As much as you want to ignore it, you almost drop,

I see you blankly stare, your walking gait has changed,
But, deep down inside I still can see you remained.
Rest my friend, I can only imagine how it feels,
Rest my friend, stay just for a few more meals.