The Divine Old Dog,

has seen enough of the cold,

she loves the wood stove,

it warms her arthritic bones,

it gives her peace.

The Divine Old Dog

is slower, quieter,

she sits by her stove through the

many hours that once

were taken up with hunting

and running,

and protecting.

The Divine Old Dog

is fading, quieter,

her limbs sore and thin,

her heart is big and strong,

she watches over her world,

she is due some rest,

she did her work so long,

so well.