I am an old hound, a poem by Cathy L. Rudert
Here is my tribute to Devon and the old hounds. I know many of you voted. Please tell Devon you are still with her. I hope you enjoy my poem. Love, Cat
I am an old hound,
my age comes much too soon.
It is hard for me to slow down,
My heart feels like a young pup in June.
Remember when you call my name,
I may not hear your sound.
Just tap me, ever so lightly,
and I will turn right around.
They say the nose is the last to go,
so you may be a smell I see.
But it is the smell of love, it’s you,
reaching out to me.
I am an old hound, I may trip along the way.
But I am thankful for the lift you give me every single day.
I have never been a taker,
the gift of giving is all I know.
Thank you for returning the favor.
Forever our hearts will grow.
I am an old hound, my age comes much too fast.
I will always remember you, our love will last and last.
THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY DEVON AND MY ATB HOUNDS NATALIE, LILY, AND CHLOE. FOREVER IN MY HEART FOREVER IN MY SOUL.
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