I am absolutely terrified of dying.
The concept of death intrigues me.
If I go,
I want it to be in my sleep—or sudden.
I would have my furry friend by my side,
as I replay fond memories of us.
I would reminisce on four legged pals of the past, and be content
For when I took my last breath
they would be waiting for me
on the other side of the rainbow bridge.
I wonder if they would be able to talk to me.
They would be so excited:
Jumping and barking and wagging their butts.
They would ask: What took you so long? We’ve been waiting for ages!
And I would replay:
I’m here now. So let’s play!
If my dogs were waiting for me,
I would be okay.