I chose the day
when she was to die
with spunk still in her
I entered the small room
where I looked into her wonderful eyes
stroked
and spoke
to her again
though she seemed not to take notice
of the gravity of the moment
nor the tears
forming
that dropped
off my cheeks
into her fur
injected
she fell
suddenly asleep
in my arms
for the very last time
her memory
remains
a part
of myself
her body
remains
next to her
first born
her soul
I maintain
moves on
in passing
with hopes to meet again
sometime… somewhere
somehow
I hold fast
to thoughts of her
and make it so
she’ll turn up
in my dreams
So hard to do and I've had to have it done several times. Breaks my heart and I will probably never have a pet again. Thanks for sharing, please continue to do so! Best Wishes, Marilyn
I like this one. Euthanasia can bring so many emotions, including grief and relief. And peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyed this poem. At the begining I thought you were talking about a human. Hahahaha...but now i think you're talking about a dog right? Over all, nice poem. :) -Rain