Their lives are brief, a fleeting spark,
A lantern’s glow against the dark.
You know the pain, it lies ahead,
The day you’ll grieve, the tears you’ll shed.

Yet still, you open wide your heart,
Accepting joy with every part.
A wagging tail, a gentle paw,
Their boundless love, their only law.

For dogs are honest, pure, and true,
They live for now, for me and you.
No promises of endless days,
Just stolen moments, fleeting praise.

And so, you laugh, you chase, you run,
You share their light beneath the sun.
You love them knowing all too well,
That time will toll its final bell.

But maybe in this fragile bond,
We glimpse a truth to dwell upon:
That love is worth its weight in pain,
A fleeting joy, a sweet refrain.

For every loss, a lesson taught,
To cherish life, the love it brought.
A dog’s short life, a tender cost,
A bittersweetness never lost.

So hold them close, these gifts divine,
Their time is brief, but wholly mine.
No lifelong ties, no grand charade
Just love, unbroken, till they fade.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Inspired by
Dean Koontz - The Darkest Evening of the Year