For My Dear Departed Dog Ralph, Who Left This World in 1983

I dreamt I was walking somewhere in a meadow, and then there were trees, and then you appeared out of the woods. And you ran to me, just like you always would. I really didnt believe it was you. I didnt, but when I looked at you closely, I knew it was you. I wanted to stay in that dream; it was so familiar and comfortable. I wanted to stay with you, but I woke up, and when I did I thought of you, dear friend. You may be gone but youre not forgotten and where ever you are I know youre a good boy. Strong of spirit and always faithful.
Memories of a Dream G.H. Griffith Jan. 1994