A Path With Paws

There were times when she looked at you regal and gay,
And she said ‘you can’t catch me’ and then ran away.
Maggie Rose was the mascot of the neighborhood.
She taught all the kids to love dogs as only a golden could.
When it came to her diet anything was fair game.
Cat food was okay but chocolate cake was her claim to fame.

Tennis balls were her favorite and she had one for you,
Sometimes one in her mouth but more likely two.
The Rosebud was gentle and never did growl,
But when she heard a siren boy would she howl.
Her voice was pure and her singing was true,
So many octaves she would play for you.

Maggies tail is long and certainly able,
To take a swipe and clear off the table.
When she sleeps near the bed on the floor,
Like a truck driver she can loudly snore.
Sometimes a plant in the yard will turn brown.
Apparently Maggie has decided to dig out the ground.

Many battles Maggie has fought and many she’s won,
Ear hematoma, seizures and cancer she’s done.
People around the world she has taught to cope,
With her friend Lena and her herbs and her hope.
Three legs are better than four you describe,
Been there, done that, I’m a member of that tribe.

So now my time has come I’m sorry to say.
I’ve made so many friends I’ve met along the way,
Abbie, Rainy, Jax, Charlie, Bullits, Oscar and Pam,
Joey, Jeff, Dr. Tripp, Dr. Waterhouse and VCM.
Life is a journey and my path has been fun,
And in the arms of my Mom a new one I’ve begun.

So now when you’re walking down Forest Street,
Maggie Rose you can no longer greet,
But to her people who miss her to no end,
Please stop and say you knew her as your friend.
For that Golden Retriever that so soon did depart,
Will always have a special place in our heart.