My Walkabout

I remember you as a pup when sis brought you home.
Rambunctious as ever, and that never changed.
After sis died, you stayed with the parents, keeping them company,
wrecking havoc in their house.
Tearing down fences, digging holes, ripping apart linens.
How we loved you, although you drove us crazy.
The long walks we all took with you
the quiet times when one of us would pet your softness,
the Sunday dinners when I would scratch you for hours.

All good memories now as age and cancer got the best of you, and we had to put you down,
send you on to a better place.

Miss you Shiloh!