Over the years, I have met and talked to many wonderful people and some of the stories I heard were so touching. A couple of years ago, I chatted with a lovely lady who had just lost her dear companion of 15 years. This is her dog, Honey's story...and how the poem below was born...

As with most dogs, Patricia's loved to run. Just run... like the wind... She found safe places for her where she could run like the breeze - interestingly - she would run sooooo fast with her little legs, usually in the form of a long figure 8 shape. Honey had massive arthritis, dementia etc. and especially less energy... but! when they went for their last nightly"nature call", she would start to wildly run... in circles... like she was trying to gain altitude to fly... it was so beautiful and so spiritual and astonishing.

This is how this poem was born.... It is for anyone who could be comforted by it one day....

She's in the west wind

waiting for me

playing with the squirrels

under the rainbow tree.

She's in the west wind flying fugure 8's

I can hardly wait!

To see her eye to eye, that'll be the best for me

hugging and snuggling, under the rainbow tree.

She's waiting patiently - I'll go there and see her

when it is time to be with her, with me.