Dedicated to Aja Marie, and all the future angels of Good Life
Take it for granted, sometimes
That our best friends will meet us
On the other side of the bridge.
But how can it be, all dogs arrive
In the same paradise?
No, I think a Husky heaven
May be a Chihuahua hell.
But, for my best friends
I know what will await them.
Awakened by a kind touch
Stroke, soft downy coat
A morning kiss, right on the snoot.
A matching lick of velvety tongue
The first action of the day
A long lounging stretch,
A yawn to welcome in clean air,
A shake down the length of a long body
Look out the window
A full fresh foot of pure snow has fallen
Just begging for some pawprint decoration
Further, a lake glistens
In the cold sunlight
No, it never freezes, no matter
What demands the mercury makes.
Around the water, tasty green grass
Just perfect for a little grazing.
All this, at the ready, and a favorite person
Accompanying to jump and shout,
Kick the ball and play tug,
Throw a snowball, toss a stick in the water.
Maybe only for a moment,
Maybe for the whole afternoon.
She can playbow to the beautiful proud boys
Who now come to play,
Flirt with one, or maybe all.
Running around, stretching strong muscles
Feel the elated exhilaration of cold air
Pumping through hale and healthy lungs.
Though it never made it through
Her happy panting smile
Pain is a distant whisper, an echo of time
Long past and best forgotten.
Now, here in this place, every prance
Every wag is a genuine dance
Of perfect contentment.
There is a waterbowl whose supply never dips.
Endless cookies, treats, and an edible assortment,
To make kings and queens envy.
People food and dog food draw no distinction.
And, of course, there are no tummy aches.
When the day pulls to a close,
There is a cold floor, as soft as a bed
Which never warms, stays perfectly frosty.
And only dreams with happy endings
Make paws twitch and lips mumble.
A full fresh foot of pure snow has fallen…
~ AB Garabedian 2011