May 1996 - May 2008
I am a bit sad tonight. On Sunday evening, my little dog, Panda died -- age finally catching up with her. She was a good dog and a companion that could always make me smile. One of my favorite sounds in all the world were her little snores as I drifted into sleep. Here is a poem I wrote about "The Princess" (a well earned nickname) a few years ago:
Ode to Panda
Lonely rooms are enlivened by
the fur ball with feet
She greets me at the door
tail sashaying, eagerly prancing
Her canine grin calls forth
my answering smile
Certain of her inalienable right
Her imperious paw lays claim
to my attention and lap
Her gentle snores blanket the
long night with comfort
We share space, breathe the
same air
Always, she lingers near
Close at hand
Closer yet to heart
