This one is for my beautiful furbaby Willow, my nearly 14 year-old Australian Shepherd. I believe all the health scares, incidents, and wonderful times I’ve had with her and those to come, hopefully, for many more years ahead, have definitely given me invaluable experience to raising any future children I may have!
The little sly look, that you give when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to.
That slender white stripe that runs down your forehead and nose, that explodes down your neck.
That wild mane of white mess, that sheds into every corner of every room, on every black pant leg.
Those little white paws you rest your weary head on and clean more diligently, daily.
Your short fuzzy muzzle, that hides so many sharp teeth, that you love to bare at me so.
You may be racking up your dog years, and may forget how much I love you.
You may choose not to listen when I call your name, or even remember playing tug-of-war with your blankets.
Years ago you would ignore my looks and force your furry body into my lap.
Years ago you would sleep on the couch, when you knew you weren’t supposed to.
Years ago, six months ago, two weeks, last week, yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day until the end.
I’ll love you always my baby Willow, tailless Aussie butt and all!