My Shepherd

Watches over me From her field of dreams Now running wild and free A year ago today I watched my Tara slip away It still feels like it was yesterday She laid down to sleep Leaving only memories to keep That fill me with pride and peace My Shepherd Watches over me From her field

Sleeping Wags

23 of 31 OctPoWriMo In her sleep she wags Her tail, and I like to think It’s because of me She dreams of morning treats, and Walks, parks, bones, toys and well, me   ~Tanka This is my ninety pound, 8 year old puppy.