Choices

Sometimes the right choices aren't always the easy ones to make.

They can leave us with a heavy heart,
A little bit of a hole.
Maybe a tinge of regret -
Not for what has been done,
Or for what can't be taken back,
But because they had to be made to begin with.

Tough choices indeed.

Fourteen years and some months -
That's a good life indeed for this 'ol pup.
And rather than choose to let a good life
Come to a painful end,
We made the choice for her.

And in my heart, I know it was the right one.

I found a picture, tucked away
From the very last time I took her to the beach -
Before that hill made a sharp downward slope.
One that she simply couldn't come back up from.

And while weak, and sick
as I said goodbye
This is the image I had in my head.
This is how her life should be.
And this is how I picture what her doggy heaven must look like.
Chasing waves.
Free -
Where she belongs.

With all the french fries
And tennis balls
Her little heart desires.
And it makes me smile.
Go get em' girl.