When It’s Time
You look so sad. The pain you try to hide from me
is still apparent in your eyes, in your gait. You walk as if on broken glass
among the ruins of a darkened castle, unannounced.
I feel your shudder as you circle to find comfort
on a friendly lap. I feel ashamed to want you
to continue living on though in great pain. I cannot bring myself to say
Goodbye.
Farewell my love,
sleep the peaceful sleep of angel choirs (or
whatever doggies dream of when they close their eyes forever).
I am a coward to keep your warmth with me at night.
I know the time will come when I must
let you go. Still I hold on to you and push off the Decision
for another day, hoping that you will rebound, and live on
Forever.
By my side,
the bestest buddy that I’ve ever had,
my faithful companion on Sunday morning walks through Cloverdale,
the one I choose to spend every wintery evening with.
You raise your head and pierce my heart with your brown eyes, and then
I know I must let you go. I make the call.
© Catherine Woods 2017
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