Its Last Moments
It kissed my hand
and then looks up.
Forlorn brown eyes
stared into mine.
I pet the head and
felt the fur.
Soft and gentle,
I murmur words.
“Go to sleep, close
your eyes.”
My loyal companion
sits on my lap.
It dozes off,
breathing deep.
Its cold nose touches
my hand and I weep.
I know it’s gone,
and so was I.
Under the dirt, grass,
and flowers, it sleeps.
I stand alone, a tissue in hand.
I sob relentlessly.
The wind blows, brushing
my tears away.
I walk away from the grave quietly.
It was with me so much,
like part of the family,
a true friend,
but now it’s gone.
I sit and weep,
to mourn my dog who is
now buried deep.
