Friday, October 10, 2014

Old Friends

Yesterday Riley went to the Dog Shop
where they brushed his hair for half an hour.
This morning he wanders the still green yard,
as if he carries a frost of snow on his back.
When climbing into the car, he needs a lift
where he used to leap right up to the seat.

Yesterday Jean called to say that Peter had died.
Peter and Riley enjoyed each other.
Peter would feed him bits of cheese.
This is the last one, then one more.
Neither Riley nor I complained.
This morning I am fed by this memory.


  1. Jane, Peter was a fortunate man to have you and Riley in his life. Thinking of you.


  2. Old friends are the best friends.
    I'm so sorry.
    Linda O.