WE ARE ALL GROWING OLD TOGETHER
I called for you, waiting to see your tail wagging, to greet me with your smile, letting me feel your spirit, the all-knowing look in your eyes, as if you knew the secret.
You did not come.
Instead, I found you dead under the juniper tree, peacefully, quietly.
I knew your spirit was gone, to run with the others that had once gathered at my feet; their energy still guides me, on top of the mountain, in our house.
We are all growing old together. The creases around my eyes tell a tale, and the gray around your muzzle told your story. Spaces of silence I am left with, and still the vineyard blooms.