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Alison Cassidy (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)
A Peaceful Death - kedvelt kutya
They found you
at the shelter -
skin and bone.
A beautiful Vizla,
pedigree pure
and aching
for love.
They called you Max.
Always a follower
(Nicholas took all the bones)
your rubbery mouth
would crumple
as you lay -
all legs and love -
on the couch.
When Nicholas died
you were lost.
Then Sam arrived
and gave you permission
to follow
again.
They removed
the tumour a few years ago
(a third of your body weight)
and the very next day
you were down at the park,
burnished coat gleaming,
bursting with life.
Today they took you
to the vet
for the last time.
You were seventeen years old.
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This one made me misty-eyed. Once again, the characters are alive and jump out at you, holding on to you as your read.
Oh what a shame, you' ve made me sad now Alison. Lovely poem and story. Best wishes, Andrew x
What a beautifull tribute to one of gods creatures... Loving animals is one of gods given vertues... Very sad, but very good....
bonnie
you know Allie, it is like saying 'an angel has gone to heaven' or 'a new star is born'...the gift of Max's love will always be with you... Blessings and love, Penny xxx
Allie, this is a painful poem to read. Sometimes the parting of a pet which has become part of the family is the hardest thing to get over. Some people look at you strangely when your grieving for a pet only because they've never own one and have never known the affection they can bring. Please accept my deepest sympathy.
David,
Oh, Allie! This is such a painful poem, but you've expressed your sorrow with exceptional grace. It is often difficult to express ourselves when we are overwhelmed with grief. I applaud your amazing talents and feel your pain as well. Take care, Beth
A sad but very beautiful poem Allie you just keep writing such good readable poems keep on keeping on
Very sad to hear of your loss, there is a lot of affection to be drawn from this Alison
Thankyou for sharing something so personal
Love duncan X
In human terms he would have been all but 120 years old and that's extraordinary. Well done Max old chap...
What a gallant fellow Max must have been! He will always be alive in your vivid
word portrait of him.Lovely write, Allie.
As always,
Sandra