I Was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat, and a spirit of a Greyhound was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes, ancient wisdom shining through, in the essence of his being, I saw the love there too.
His mind did lock upon my heart as I stood there on that day, and he told me of his story about a place so far away.
As I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat,
in a twinkling of a second his spirit left my feet.
His tale did put my heart at ease, all my fears did fade away
about what lay ahead of me on another distant day.
"I live among God's creatures now in the heavens of your mind, so do not grieve for me, my friends as I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash a shooting star, my boundaries are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here for I am not confined, but I'm free to roam God's heavens among the Greyhound kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud gentle breezes rocking me,
and dream the dreams of earthlings, and how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats, and tennis balls abound,
and milkbones line the walkways just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up, the grass all lush and green,
and everyone who gaits around becomes the Best of Breed.
For we're all winners in this place; we have no faults, you see.
and God passes out those ribbons to each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold, my world a beauty to behold; and wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in angel's arms, where wings protecting me,
and moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent and you stand at Heaven's gate, have no fear of loneliness-- for her, you know, I Wait."
Author Unknown

That is beautiful.

Glad you liked it was sent to me when we lost our first baby Shadow Do and asked D2P to post it.

Beautiful!

Beautiful

Someone needs to invent glasses that read thru tears....

You are so right Hilda but it is a beautiful tribute to our beloved greyhounds

I love these kinds of poems.