For Jose - In Memoriam
“Help me, Papa,” little Jose so plaintively said
As Deb placed his little body next to mine in bed,
He was so sick, and I had done everything I could
The vet had said he was coming down to the end
Both Deb and I couldn’t bear to do what we should.
“Papa, I don’t want to go. Cuddle with me, please.”
I hugged him ever so gently, brought up my knees
In his distress he could still show such warm affection
He licked my face and peered at me with sad eyes
He understood my words by my comforting inflection.
“Papa, please do something. I feel so awfully bad.”
So, Deb and I decided it was time to do what we had.
We wrapped him in blankets, off to the vet we went
“Papa, don’t be sad,” he gave a gentle sigh, “It’s best.”
But we could hardly bare to participate in his last event.
“Papa, it’s all right. I know you always do the right thing.”
I held him to my chest, while Deb began to softly sing.
The vet petted him on his little head and said, “It’s time.”
Both Deb and I sobbed, our heart was broken for Jose,
But we knew he’d wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge sublime.
[Jose, our little chihuahua, joined Deb at the Rainbow Bridge on November 20, 2018. "Papa will be here soon," he tells her.]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 1, 2022
Submitted to "Personification - Pets Talking" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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