A Dream of Tug of War

 

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