Cuddled up in my garage...
She glanced at me with her tender eyes...
Longing for nothing but company...
I fed and cleansed her every once in a while...
For which she loved me endlessly...
She was familiar with the thump of my bike...
And pranced along every time i came home...
I never thought of naming her... .
I just knew her as my little hazel-eyed girl...
She was petite and beautiful...
Calm yet alert when necessary...
I wasn't there by her side when she suffered...
Which disturbed me beyond limits...
All that made me feel better was that...
She didn't writhe in pain anymore...
I won't see her now... my little girl...
And I just wish i could say goodbye...
But at the end of it all...
Maybe loving is about letting go...
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| That's my girl in the center, with her pup to the left! |
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