Beauty comes with age.
Wise, yet sweet. They still love treats.
Old dogs make me smile.
My corgi girl is now fourteen.
A sweeter canine I’ve never seen.
She’s going white, I’m growing gray.
Yet we both know still how to play.
So full of love, this peaceful little dove.
Smiling up at me, and the blue sky above.
A beacon so bright, she’s been a delight.
My girl won’t leave me without a good fight.
Still, there will be a day, though not soon I pray.
When this good girl’s finally called far away.
I trust she’ll rest well, and I’ll then rest, too.
Knowing our love and deep friendship was true.