Struggling to recall grandchildren's names, you stammer in frustration, stars of your mind grow faint, in funereal shades of gray and black fading void, precious shards of what was once a diamond memory, cannot be retrieved ~ yet, a beloved dog of childhood, a black Labrador, running with a loll tongue, happily heads towards you, as you dream, you call his name, "Charlie," you embrace him, he licks your face, then, with him, you walk as a youth on such a pastoral, peaceful pathway bordered by poplars.