Why I Could be okay Dying

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.