Sweet Dreams

Snoring on the sofa, my dog sleeps the peaceful sleep of a twelve year old dog;
a dog who has been around the block a time or two; a dog
who has lived through the advent of her brother, a human,
taking her place as "Most Important Creature in the Pack".
She has lived to tell the tale. Mostly she is wise and forgiving.
She tries to focus on the good parts like pieces of sausages
he has dropped to the floor, and the sweet stickiness she has licked
from his face. She dreams he stays young forever.