Thursday, April 6, 2017



Little sweet one
I watched death steal your breath 
I stroked you soft fur
and spoke tender words
I rubbed your little ears
and cried heartbroken, hot tears
as the last breath left your little body

You lay so still, warm and soft
I stroked your soft fur
and cried tears of sorrow
for you little sweet one
No more will I hear your 
little feet on the floor
or your little sharp bark
Your light has gone out 
of my life, and I am dimished
My little sweet one. 

Janice Kuykendall