Doggy Viagra?

(I composed this on Luna’s last trip to the beach, a few days before we said our last goodbye)

Sometimes I think I need viagra for Luna’s tail. She has the cutest tail. Once upon a time it stood proudly at attention. When she was really happy it would curl over and tap tap tap her back with every step of her four paws.

These days, her poor wee tail hangs limp between her legs, barely able to give me a wag. The only other time in her life she had a flaccid tail was when I left her with my friends Kathi and Pierre. When I returned from my trip, I thought she had a broken tail. But that story had a happy ending. As it turns out, Pierre ran her so hard that every muscle in her body was exhausted, including her happy tail.
Yup. Viagra.

I miss Luna’s happy tail, but I still have three happy tails and they wag with joy at the mere sound of my voice.