She’s a sweet little lady

And very protective of me.

Her eyes are no longer sharp,

And she can barely see.

 

She’s aware of all I do,

For her ears are turned my way.

They track my every movement.

She listens to what I say.

 

She loves to lay beside me

At night when darkness falls.

We both treasure the silence,

Before the night-owl calls.

 

My Sheltie soon grows weary.

Her breathing becomes deep.

I sing her sweet lullabies

As she gently goes to sleep.

 

When her soul enters heaven,

And she leaves this earth behind,

I hope that she’ll remember

I loved her and was kind.

-Yu/stan/kema-