Full Of Trix

I petted a cairn terrier today

which reminded me of you,

felt warmth of your memory

in it's wet lick upon my hand,

 

how you loved chasing shoreline

waves as they surged in and out...

I'd laugh to watch you bearing

seaweed then drop it at my feet,

 

you'd be excited then as when

fetching a stick, brimming with pride

at your catch, like you'd just saved

an ocean creature from near death.

 

Your love of adventure

led you into many

dangerous scrapes – like

the time you slipped off a rock in Cornwall,

 

into a deep crevice you fell,

scared stiff for your safety we were,

but you survived leaving me choking

back tears of happiness that you were okay.

 

Then there was the time

you found a slick of oil,

decided to roll around

thinking it would be fun...'No! No!' I'd said.

 

Oh, how I scavenged for right words to say,

seething with anger and feelings of dismay;

but nothing did I utter, just slipped on your

lead, not speaking a word till we got back home.

 

It took much care and attention

a treatment remedy cure,

visits to the doggy salon to groom

you up nicely, make you our Trix again.

 

Now I miss you like crazy

know your somewhere up there,

even with your antics my

special four legged friend I care.