Like the Wind

she passed away so quietly  
falling asleep in my arms  
eighteen years old  
give or take a day  
a gentle soul
she once caught a squirrel  
just to let 'em go  
I thought I could save her  
but my love was not enough  
and now I doubt my very soul  
even though she was old and sick and frail  
I must have died, I feel so numb  
yet I know the pain will come  
and stay a long, long while  
I do hope the pain will end one day  
thinking of my girl at play  
she ran like the wind  
always showing off  
as her fur became the waves of the sea  
flowing, rippling and beautiful to see  
stubborn and willful  
and happy all on her own  
games were for puppies  
chasing balls were for retrievers  
but she had important scents to smell  
and while I was always welcome to come  
it was just so I could find the way back home  
yet she always looked back  
to see which way to lead  
always out front showing me the way  
well she's leading me to the stars  
with grace and dignity  
I hope I am worthy  
to visit with her in heaven  
run like the wind Baby Boo  
like the wind  
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Stella [aka Baby Boo] - 2003 to 10/28/2021