On his last day he sat between
his parents in
the front seat with
the wind ruffling
his fur, and reviewed his old haunts,
ate fried chicken,
and enjoyed full
attention, love.
When the vet came to put him down,
he showed no fear,
as if he knew
the end was near.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
untangling the web 
August 3, 2014 at 1:42 pm
Beautiful and touching
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August 3, 2014 at 1:43 pm
A worthy poem. Simple and sweet
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