As the wind blows and the chimes make music
I watch her wander and turn.
And turn and turn
In the yard.
She doesn’t hear much now,
and her eyes don’t catch what they used to,
But her nose is strong as ever,
and her love for food never wavers.
She walks and walks
brushing past corners
As she finds her way
in her own time.
I watch her circle
perhaps searching for the porch she knows well.
We trust that she remembers it,
that some things stay steady
even as others fade.
She isn’t quite what she once was,
we know.
But she is still guided by her nose.
Still comforted by familiar scents.
Still here, still cared for
until the day she crosses the rainbow bridge.
February 3, 2026