Tyson
Tyson
Your flesh is gone now, your pains no longer an issue
Your hobble upon three legs no longer a guilty pleasure
Your personality no longer obtainable
Your breath no longer sea_like
Your pattering paws upon laminate no longer available to witness as a pitter patter behind my lonesome soul
Following me to all corners of my world
Tyson your eyes are no longer there oozing warmth and compassion just to compete for my lunch
My love
My smiles
Yet you still loiter, your warmth your soft yet sharp fur which pierced my skin, more than once
Your yelps which pierced my heart a few times
Your eyes gazing out at me at the vets as you bravely stood your last battle
Gazing up at me
Proudly desperately
Expressing in your last moments (before that dreadful medicine wiped you out and rested you forever)
Saying look at me, my best friend the one who will betray me in my last few years (steal them from me)
I CAN STAND! !
In my basket, in the vets, just before you become my hang-mans noose
I can stand, like i havent in months
(Needle in......)
Death slipped so slowly as you gazed up at me and fought, fought to stay alive, fought to breathe, fought for my cuddles, fought to still be here, fought for seventeen minutes the bravest battle your executioner ever had to sit and embrace
Your flesh is gone now
Yet
You will always haunt the one who adored you, who had to make the choice for you that thankfully, hopefully she will never make again
xxx
RIP little dog
poem by Karen Sinclair
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