She walked as far she could <br />And felt every season <br />Listened to more stories than a library <br />And stayed no matter the reason <br /> <br />She fetched the child’s play thing <br />Kissed as much as she could <br />Slept on every surface <br />But her favorite was the living room wood <br /> <br />Said ‘hi’ to every stranger <br />Cuddled when someone cried <br />Sat there in hope waiting <br />When it was lonely inside <br /> <br />And she could not demand anything <br />Or be jealous in anyway <br />All she knew was devotion <br />To be there each and every day <br /> <br />So as time finally ran too fast <br />Far too fast for her to chase <br />When I had to put away her bowl <br />And her toys back in their place <br /> <br />She was older than my child <br />Who is not taking the car to class <br />She had been here so long <br />I would be empty with her not in my past <br /> <br />She was our family collie <br />Who loved more than I could likely feel <br />Yet all that in which she had given me <br />Was honest, pure and sobbingly real<br /><br />Justin Fitzpatrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part-of-the-family/
