Tuesday, October 20, 2009


Today I am reminded of my best friend,
he died looking into my eyes
He was strong, and he took care of me
He got old and frail
and I took care of him,
He had orange hair and a wonderful smile
He slept at my feet and
made sure I had enough sleep every night
We grew up together born only months apart
He died when I was 15,
I held him and felt his final breath
He was scared but he waited for me
I watched him for a while and
I gave him my favorite shirt
He looked peaceful
as if he were sleeping,
I sometimes hear the sound of his voice,
recall the touch of his fur,
I pat my bed and wait for him to jump up
He rubs against my hand
We fall asleep.

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