What a funny surprise, what a compliment
You lifted your leg and marked me at the dog park, I was yours,
And how I loved you back right after we met,
Neglected, passed around, you were ready for love.
Your sand-paper tongue never stopped kissing
You even made $43 at a kissing booth,
You were all love, all the time
A tender, gentle soul born to give love.
How I’ll miss your face at the window
Watching every time I left (I stopped to wave),
And your old-man snoring and your piles of hair
Coming out in sprouts and tufts in spring and fall
I never knew your birthday, never knew your age
I only knew that every time, all the time, you
Danced when you saw me, even on arthritic old legs
And you’ll be forever in my heart, my sweet, gentle soul
The ache gets worse, not better
I see you everywhere, by the couch where you lay,
In the holes you proudly dug in the yard
Under your Woody tree, appreciating the sunshine
I see you running through the park in younger days
Digging a spot in the carpet to sleep close to me
Always kissing me one time before you curled up for the night
My gentle, soul, my darling Woody
You tolerated silly Santa hats and other nonsense
You patiently allowed Kieran to kiss your fur
You stepped back when Jacques ate your food
You were always my gentle, tender soul
I don’t know how to live without you
You went too quickly, I could hardly say goodbye
I stroked your white belly as they gave you the injection
And told you I loved you as you gently, softly died.
