PAW PRINTS IN THE SAND

At times, the best thing to do is the most painful oneboomer15

To say goodbye

To let go

To hold his little head in the cup of your hands

As the spirit starts to leave

But lingers

To make sure you are fine

His life passes me by in the rapid pages of pictures drawn

His presence still licks my face

On the heavy mornings when his memory wakes me up

His innocence rubbed off onto me oh, so gently

I didn’t realize when I started seeing the world

Through his immense brown eyes

He lifted me up from the groundboomer23

Leading me with his little paws

Through undiscovered paths

Where my tears became laughter

And his past suffering opened the doors of joy

We were siblings

We were a mother and her son

We were best friends

And in the end

We didn’t close the book

But continued filling pages with springs, pages with summers, pages with leaves, pages with snow

I love you

You were the best dog

Because you were an unconditional being boomer11

Because one couldn’t exist without the other

Or so I thought

Since now I must exist without you

You had a way

Of quietly crawling into one’s heart

Likewise, quietly, with my eyes burning

And the little strength left in my hand

I tell you, Boomer… Thank you… Good night.

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