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I know I don't write in this any more, and I also know I don't write poetry, but when your dog dies, you make exceptions.
Resting in peace
Her eyes are closed, finally
Breaths softer that before
I know this body lying next to me
This soul I cradle will breath no more soon.
A man’s best friend
Grown up together
Playmate, nurse
Who I love more than any other being
Will not be with me tomorrow.
Her soft warmth so often stroken
Will be cold
Hard.
The mountains climbed
The lakes swam
The sticks chased
All rest dormant in memory.
Her belly rises and falls slightly
As tomarow it will not.
A soft hum of content serentity
All too soon will be silenced.
The soft kisses I used to think would be infinite
Must end
I bring my lips down to her cheek
For the last time
Goodnight.
Resting in peace
Her eyes are closed, finally
Breaths softer that before
I know this body lying next to me
This soul I cradle will breath no more soon.
A man’s best friend
Grown up together
Playmate, nurse
Who I love more than any other being
Will not be with me tomorrow.
Her soft warmth so often stroken
Will be cold
Hard.
The mountains climbed
The lakes swam
The sticks chased
All rest dormant in memory.
Her belly rises and falls slightly
As tomarow it will not.
A soft hum of content serentity
All too soon will be silenced.
The soft kisses I used to think would be infinite
Must end
I bring my lips down to her cheek
For the last time
Goodnight.