I used to laugh at people
who acted as though their dogs
were their children;
I’d poke fun at those who cooed
at their puppies.
Not any more.
My sweet puppy,
my beautiful girl,
died the other night.
Last night when it got dark,
I started to call her in.
As I type, I reach down
to pet her.
Then I remember.
A contest entry
- Poems About Pets by psychiatrists dream.
450 points, ended December 10, 2007, 20 entries
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good poem,thanks for entering and good luck!
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You know Cynthia, I had a dog named Bear when I was about 12 and he was really my best friend in the world. When I would arrive home from school he would chase me and bite the cuff of my jeans, I would fall down and we would roll around in the fescue wrestling.
My dad had to shoot him because of a dispute with a lady over her horses. I remember the sound of the rifle, he may as well have shot me that day. I still can't think about it without getting teary, and I've tried writing about him, but can't isolate the feelings. It was a pivitol moment in my development.
I sympathize with you, she will always love you.
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