“When I Am An Old Dog Woman
I shall wear shirts I don’t mind getting dirty,
And a hat that says “Life is better with a dog”
And I shall spend my social security on
red wine and dog treats,
and sit on my back porch
watching my dogs play, then sleep in the sun.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And walk my old dog down a dirt road,
Across the moonstruck countryside
If my old bones will allow.
And when people come to call, I will smile
as I walk past the toys and fur on the carpet,
and show the urns of my dogs that have passed, that made my life whole,
I will speak of how life it too short to save all the dogs I want.
I will walk and play and wear grass in my hair
as if it were a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to ALL
who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a dog as a best friend.
A friend who waits at all hours
With a warm muzzle and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
I revamped this poem into my own, It was originally called “The Old Horse Woman”
From Diane Kettlewell-Kaelbere – Jazzy’s Journey: A Story of Blind Devotion