For those gone to the Bridge...(a poem)

[happiday]

The old dog's love for her master finds voice in this quiet lyric.  (Author Unknown to me)

An Old Dog

Now that no shrill hunting horn
Can arouse me at the morn,
Deaf I lie the long day through
Dreaming firelight dreams of you.
Waiting patient through it all
Till the greater huntsman call.

If we are, as people say,
But the creature of a day,
Let me live, when we must part,
A little longer in your heart.
You were all the God I knew,
I was faithful unto you.