Doggone

My dog has died and no one cares
I mention him but this draws stares
And frowns which tell me I’m too old
To mourn a pet, or so I’m told.
Empty corners, bare floor
Room before but now we’ve more
Toys donated, bed gone
No more divots in the lawn.
Coming home, a rusty gate
Announces me and though I wait
No rocket launches down the path
To knock me down and make me laugh.
Quiet mealtimes, no one begs
Or nuzzles gently at my legs
Knowing that, in time, of course I’ll
Slip him the odd, tender morsel.
Day is done, I climb the stair
And reach the top but he’s not there
I pray for sleep – those loving scenes
When he runs to me in my dreams.

One thought on “Doggone

  1. This is beautiful and completely summarizes that terrible feeling of loss after we lose our faithful friends. I had to search this post so that I could see Gizmo. He is precious. Our poodle, Baron, who is in many of my posts, is dying of a terminal form of meningitis. He is not even 3 years old. I am just like you, I will mourn him for years. Take care my friend, during these bittersweet months ahead. 🙂

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