Remembering Kalani
Kalani is an old dog
Her muzzle’s turned to gray
Her master was my young son
Grown and gone away
Our house in now an older house
(My hubby died last year)
She clicks and hobbles cross the floor
Her eyes no longer clear
Kalani is a gentle dog
She lies beside my bed
It takes a little longer now
To raise her aging head
Though I am gray and she is gray
Our lives continue on
Who’ll be my companion
When old Kalani’s gone?
© Barbara Huntington
June 6. 2011
(Kalani died on December 19, 2011)
The Poetry and Prose of Barbara Huntington 
Fabulous to see this in my email. Miss our writing adventures!
Not sure why it ended up in email, but glad you liked it! (Looking forward to regular writing again)