Yolanda Remembered

When I wrote about the new song, my thoughts had drifted to my oldest friend, my downy-feathered softie, Yolanda, who has been in God's earth for years, right near the barn, where hubby rests as well, and when I check, at night and make my rounds to see that all my critters are safe in their straw beds, I pause, because I hear, each night, the chatter of two souls so long departed, and, hurrying inside I feel my heart, it pounds and seems too heavy for my chest no doubt it needs to be, to generate this warmth that floods, like a deluge throughout my hairy chest. Oh yes, Yolanda, precious goose, we never picked a name for him! There was no time, and we must learn to be prepared as there may come a day when you, my love are called, though I am praying every day that you be given by the gods a minute just to kiss my lips good-bye.