Your dog

Another one that I wrote while visiting two friends in Michigan over the summer.

  It didn't remember me, that is
your dog  ,  the one who,
is really old and has alzheimer's.
I once cried about that,
just because he
  loves you so much.
As if he is
  always seeing you for the first time.
Do you mind if we
take a moment to
remember all the good things that we remember
and to
replay these times over in our mind
  so that we
impress upon our soul
our deep appreciations and gratitude
for this life, which we have been gifted
and of which we deserve nothing