Honey is Gone

Moved, down sized, changed compass to wild.
National Forest, wilderness, ranches are my home.
Goodbye nightly aroma of beach fires- pallets burning... Flecks touch the surf.
I visit my ocean.It's mine.
Last night a friend left me.Fifteen years of love.Nanny to my children.She checked safety, fixed covers,never hated or distrusted;but stole underpants and food.We laughed with her.Snorted with her jokes.
Her spirit soars as she swims the sea.
Already miss dust bunny fluffernutter hair in the corners.The sound of her toenails onthe kitchen floor, no more. Vacuum nose sniffingfor specs of dinner gone astray,now silent.
Golden Retrievers are from HeavenHoney is up there running.When you see Honey she is kind.A dog with truest form of love.
I wish I gave her more treats,paw rubs, kisses andtold her more often: "You are the best. You are beautiful.You are my sweet."more often, and more
Sun sets,slips behind landscape.The gold color of Honey. Her tail flows in the clouds.
Honey you are ocean.You never were a dog.You are the sea.Swim in the kelp like whenyou were young. Ride waves with surfers and Carson.Dive for a ball.We love you too.See you in Heaven my mermaid pup.Caroline Gerardo copyright May 26, 2016