I lost my best friend today,
more like my child than
merely a friend.
My 24/7 companion for 9
all too short years.
He could read me, my moods
my health, even my intentions.
We were both fully habituated
to one another that way.
Laugh, oh my how every day
he could make me laugh.
A born and breed clown that
never lost his puppy inclinations,
his love and joy for life always
on display, even on the last day
of his earthly existence.
In the end though his eyes reflected
his pain, still his love for me remained,
with no words ever required.
Weeping does no good,
the loss and anguish must
be endured. Tucker my Boxer
dog with a wonderful soul,
will be remembered evermore.
His beloved chew and fetch
toys litter the floors, along
with his now forever empty bed.
What shall I do with all these
bittersweet artifacts of his life?
That now have become sad daily
reminders of his demise.
I will have to think about that
for à while.
A newly discovered tumor
and severe joint arthritis came
on all at once and in a week
he was gone, organs shut down.
One week from his 9th birthday.
Losing him reminds me I still
know how to cry and not ashamed
to admit it.