Bruno Poem by Desiree Whitamore

This week is monumental
your exisiting is at an end
this week you are dying
a bunch of lifeless skin
my heart is torn when i think of you
you helped save my life
God's cutting your part
your exit is stage right
now its all reminiscing
times we've shared and loved
those times are slowly fading
my eyes are opening up.
you are just a dog
i know it's not a big deal
but i've had you forever
you made everythign real
what will i do without you
how wll i cope
maybe i'm overreacting
but what else is there but hope?