23/09/2025
We Are the World to Our Dogs
When first they blink at morning light,
our hands are there — their very sight.
From fragile pups with eyes still new,
we are the stars they stumble to.
We cast the ball into the sky,
a small sun sailing, arcing high.
They chase, they leap, they race the air,
believing magic put it there.
We open doors to woods and seas,
to scents that ride upon the breeze.
Our voices call, their tails reply,
a language shared of heart, not eye.
Their lives burn bright, yet far too brief,
a decade’s joy, a decade’s grief.
But we are there, from first to last,
to guard each moment racing past.
They know no world but what we give,
yet in that gift, they truly live.
And when they go where we can’t see,
they’ve carried all our love to eternity.
