Lucy’s Seventeen Summers

Little paws on the kitchen floor. You came tumbling through that open door.

Big brown eyes, one wagging tail. You chose us. We never stood a chance.

Lucy's golden years shining in my mind. Wind in your ears on that

long, long drive. Salt on your fur, chasing every wave.

Seventeen summers, every one you gave. Gone from our sight,

but you're running in the sun. Lucy, this ain't goodbye. It's till the

day we run as one. Sand in the car, you didn't care.

Nose out the window, tasting the air. Laughing at you on that crowded