The Fall of the Leaves Upon Me!

A long as the days came, and the nights passed, I kept my promise. I stood by the tiny box she was in, with her picture etched on the side, and pledged. "As long as I live, I will always live where the snow flies, and the winters come. When I pass, we will be buried together. I miss you, puppy!"

I can see the hills where my body will lay; far from the city, and far from the roads, where only visitors afoot may see the stone which will be placed above me, for I have always hated the bustle of the urban setting, and have always dreamed of my ranch of thousands of acres, where someday, below some lonely tree, on some ridge, there would be a spot for me and my dearest of people. Not unlike the grave of my grandmother. Remote, and thousands of miles from anywhere, but yet, home is right there! "The last thing I had put in my will was to have her placed next to me, in the ground where I would be for ever on. A dog so faithful should deserve such a home."

C S Martin