Sleep Of Death - Poem by Samantha White
As I look at your lifeless body,
the last two years flash through my head.
From the very moment that I first saw you,
when you were just a little pup.
You were so little and full of energy,
Always playing and jumping around.
Even though we got Ginger two weeks later,
you were my favorite and my baby.
So full of energy and fun,
But also calm and willing to cuddle.
Leaping and frolicking through the fields,
so very happy and free.
But it has been over two years since then,
and you are no longer free.
First the cruel hands of pain captured you,
as the cancer quickly spread through your whole body.
Now you are captured by the fate of death,
at such a young age it just isn’t fair.
What I came home to was the unexpected,
my eyes filled with tears at the sight of you.
So thin that your ribs were showing,
and not much life left in your body or even your eyes.
It is so hard to watch how painfully you breathe,
and how slowly you move when you can get up.
In your eyes I can see how much pain you are in,
your time is coming nearer and nearer.
If you are really suffering we do not know,
but to keep you from suffering we have to let you go.
So now it is time to say goodbye,
to a dog that will always be in my heart.
As we ride in the car to the vet’s,
I gaze into your eyes for the very last time.
So deep and brown and full of pain,
No longer filled with the light they held before.
I stroke your fur for the very last time;
Hold you in my arms and on my lap.
It seems that only half of you is really here,
but soon you will be completely gone.
We decide to stay with you through the whole thing,
though we know many tears will be shed.
We take pictures of you to have as memories,
and lay you down on a blanket, fearing what’s coming.
As I stroke your fur for the very last time,
and I hold your drooping head in my lap.
I know that you will be better off this way,
but it is so hard to let you go.
As the needle slowly pierces your flesh,
and the overdose quickly begins to take over.
It is so amazing that a thing so powerful as death
can be held in just a single shot.
It takes hardly any time to affect you;
you quickly seem to go to sleep.
My tears fall down upon your fur,
as you become so lifeless and cold.
I am overcome with a deep sadness;
I can’t believe you are actually gone.
It seemed like you just went to sleep,
but unlike other sleep you would never wake up.
I keep expecting you to open your eyes once again,
but you’ll never wake from the sleep of death.
By: Samantha White
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