MEMORIAL FOR KYILEE

                                                                                     KIYLEE

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