Our beautiful Adrina has passed due to complications of a lung mass. Here is a bit of a tribute I wrote in honor of old dogs everywhere. It is a modification of the poem “When I am old, I shall wear purple”:
When I am an old bitch, I shall wear a purple collar
With a red leash which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on Italian wine and tennis balls
And stuffed toys and say we’ve no money for kibble
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and bark at the littlest noise
And pee on the neighbor’s shrubbery
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out and stare up at the rain
And run in circles in the house to my life’s content
And learn to spit.
I will jump on the bed and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of chicken at a go
But, for now I shall still set a good example for the puppies.
And continue to sit and stay on command.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
March 31, 2005 to Aug. 28, 2017
Updated Sept. 18, 2017