My Moxie

There's a ball on the ground, and I think
I should grab that for Moxie.
Dog food is on sale, and my cart is
halfway down the aisle
before I remember.

Evening comes. Our dog park time.
But there is no retriever
clamoring to go.
Squirrels caper on the fence,
teasing, teasing,
but he's not there to see 

He's been gone for a long time,
but he lives still in my heart, 
his image so vivid that, even now,
I can't fully comprehend that
my beautiful golden dog
is gone forever.

I must be content that he rests now
on a hill overlooking fields
he loved to explore.

As for me, I seem to have lost my moxie
when I lost my Moxie.

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