The Last Dog

Notes unread since high school,

Snapshots of wasted days,

Boxes crammed full of mementos,

That should’ve been thrown away.

As I aged, cash lost its value,

Thoughts and friends now adrift in fog…

I obsessed on what to eat next,

Until I adopted an older dog.

Roscoe, great friend and companion,

Loved his walks with me in tow…

Right up to the day cancer took him.

Now time is a haunting echo. 

Definitely he is my last dog,
I've removed the welcome mat...
It's not that I have no love to give,
It is what I promised the cat.