So they stride out jauntily and bravely.
One could probably say purposefully.
The three young adults, then the Dad sagely.
The grey-haired dog, treated respectfully.
This being the last walk around his field,
as age’s toll, from frailty and decline,
leads to the final cost being revealed.
Sadly, for the grey-haired one, end of time.
What a fine servant to the family.
His, a presence of great worth, over years.
Tribute walk, saying you’ve been part of me.
And, of course, goodbye; disguising the tears.
Accepting fate, but sort of defiant.
In solidarity, this last time spent.