Hi,
This might be a little rough, but I manged to jot down a few words through my sniffles. Based on a true story.
The wind blew
up against the trees,
while Keisha took
her last steps.
She panted fast,
as she stepped from the
brown and red brick
onto the just cut grass.
Her short breath rattled.
She took her position.
The wind ruffled
her coal black fur
one last time.
Her old paw twitched,
like her final wave goodbye.
Her breath ended,
then her twelve-year-old
heart stopped.
Her tail would no longer
greet me in glee when I stepped
through the door.
I stared into her lifeless
hazel-nut eyes.
My booie was gone.
