One of my nighttime dreams that stands as an inspiration for levels of consideration and care.
Yes, last night I dreamed of a tug of war
Between our dearly departed dog and me
Seemed so real, nothing less, nothing more
Just a visit from our dear Hennessy
I questioned what she wanted with this boy
I didn’t know what she would bring
At last, she brought to me a toy
It was a fluffy, chewy, funny type thing
We lost our girl in 2021, you see
It was so deeply painful to the core
And now I’m left with just a dream
A dream of tug of war
She was the one who started the game
She pulled, and then shook from side to side
Of course, I played along just the same
No other option really but to oblige
She was always the one to offer up the prop
It was just her way to have me included
She had to have both her mom and pop
She was never one to have any fun excluded
She’d invite me on walks no matter the weather
She’d stand there planted, and stare at me
The whole pack had to be walking together
That was the way of Hennessy
So the tug of war, was it really a fight
Or just a way to have some fun?
Was someone supposed to feel a slight
Or had play time just begun?
Surely, this was now a time to connect
To find that game we could play together
Full of mutual joy and mutual respect
How I wish it could last forever
But one dream ends and another begins
What is one to do when a goodbye is in the cards
Who cares who loses and who wins
Isn’t life and all its losses already too hard
For life is never what it really seems
Let us play the games and not be sore
Even though sadly, I’m left with just a dream
A dream of tug of war
