because she knew

...how to play,

to lean down on her honches then skitter in fun.

Because she knew how to run from one room to another,

carrying her squirrel, just shedding off some extra energy.

Because of her one small crooked eye,

because she could lick the bowl clean.

Because she knew how to sit, always along side of you,

a willing companion, a constant companion.

Because she always came to welcome you home,

and ease you to sleep.

Because she gave love when love was easy

and when love was gone.

Because maybe she's in heaven now too,

if one believes in that kind of thing,

eating chips handed down from someone

so surprised, yet happy, to see her.

We give thanks.