Gigi

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