I wrote this poem for my dog,
I now feel so empty and cold…
The twenty-sixth of December,
a day I'll always remember.
no words can be spoken,
to mend a heart that is broken.
my house is no longer a home.
oh, but my sadness is deep
I bravely, courageously put my Chester to sleep.
no more barks in the hallways,
my love lives for him always.
I've saved tufts of fur from his comb.
now drowned are my fears,
by oceans of tears.
and long will I miss
his bright smile, his kiss.
I pray he is free now to roam.
after nineteen years, it still came too soon.
north star, orange sky, crescent moon.
the night could not be clearer,
and I thought to myself, it's the end of an era. . . .
the angels cashed in on their loan.
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