Last Walk
Dr. Darrel Staat

Polly: It’s that time of the morning.
I have got to get out.
I’ll bang on the door.
I hope someone hears me.

Jack: Everyday it’s the same thing.
I pay no attention.
Just sleep on.
Will she never stop?

Bill: 4:30 AM
What a time to hear her banging.
It echoes through the house.
I’ m coming.

Polly: I am getting tired of banging.
I am too old for this.
I need to go outside.
Where is everybody?

Jack: I try to keep sleeping.
But it’s impossible.
She is going to wake the dead.
Or worse.

Bill: I’m coming, I’m coming.
Here I am,
Let me get your leash hooked on.
You too Jack, up you go.

Polly: At last.
I thought you forgot me.
I need to go outside.
Hurry, now.

Jack: I can’t believe he’s getting me up.
I did nothing.
Just laid still.
Why me?
Bill: O.K. let’s go you two.
Here, out the door to the deck.
Come on Jack.
Hang on Polly.

Polly: I can smell the grass.
It’s cool out here.
Let me ease myself down the steps.
What’s that in the sky?

Jack: You know I can’t make it down the steps.
I need some help here.
Thanks for the warm hands.
The grass feels good on my paws.

Bill: It’s cool this morning.
I thought I would hate getting up this early.
The pool is still.
Maybe I’ll swim later today.

Polly: I found my spot.
I am feeling better.
I am ready to back inside.
Let’s go.

Jack: The smells out here are good.
There must have been a mouse going somewhere.
My paws are wet.
I need to stop a moment.

Bill: Alright they’ve both done their duty.
I’ll take them for a walk around the pool.
I don’t want to get my slippers all wet on the grass.
I see the moon reflected in the pool.

Polly: I am ready to go back in.
What is with this walk?
I sure don’t need it.
What is he doing?

Jack: My leg hurts.
It is hard to walk.
I think I am going to fall on my chest again.
Why can’t we go back in?

Bill: The Sky is black.
The moon is clear.
The day is coming soon.
I’d like to sit in a chair out here.

Polly: He’s going to take us all around the pool.
No need for this.
I wish he take the leash off.
I am ready for my bed.

Jack: I don’t get this.
Around the pool?
I have to be careful I don’t fall in again.
I hate getting wet.

Bill: The moonlight is delightful.
The air is still.
The morning is getting ready for dawn.
It’s wonderful out here.

Polly: At last,
We’re heading back to the house.
Oops, he stopped again.
What’s all this looking into the sky stuff?

Jack: Everything hurts these days.
I can hardly walk.
He better carry me up the stairs.
What are we waiting for?

Bill: I hate to go back in.
The morning is beyond my belief.
The beauty surrounds me.
I should get up this early more often.

Polly: O.K., we’re moving again.
The deck is cold and damp.
I need to get back to bed.
At last we’re to the steps.

Jack: I am not sure I’m going to make it.
This walk is taking forever.
My legs are about to give out.
I’ll never make it up the steps.

Bill: Too bad I can’t stay out here.
And watch the morning dawn.
It would really make my day.
But I need to get back to bed.

Polly: At last up the steps.
He took off the leash.
I am heading for the door.
Warm bed, I am ready for you.

Jack: Thank goodness he carried me up the steps
I never would have made it.
I wonder where she is?
She always does this.

Bill: I know Anne appreciates not getting up.
She lets me sleep so I am rested for work.
I did not know what I was missing.
Too bad I have to go in.

Polly: Off to my bed in the kitchen.
I never like being cooped up in the other room.
Jack likes it there.
But not me.

Jack: Whew! Back in bed.
I can’t get my leg over.
Just have to sleep half-in, half-out.
I hope no one disturbs me for long while.

Bill: Got the door closed and locked.
Polly’s back in bed already.
Jack is sort of in his bed.
I’ll give him a hand.

Polly: Another day.
I’m going to sleep for a long while.
Some days I think my life is a drag.
We’ll see how things go today.

Jack: Can’t wait to get back to sleep.
It was nice of him to help me with my leg.
I am more comfortable now.
He petted me too.

Bill: I petted Jack and Polly.
What they don’t know
Is that this was their last morning walk.
I hope they will be happy in heaven.


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