In the Forest of the Godlings
Genie, my dog:
She was mixed part Pomeranian part Shih Tzu
a female genius with excellent sight
wise beyond her years she always knew how to
appease me, when I was not feeling right
Used to get so many migraines they were chronic
so always had a bean bag in the freezer
one day I lay across my carpet feeling catatonic
to my Genie well this was not, a brain teaser
She watched me for a while then knew what to do
I had the beanbag sitting across my forehead
she flipped on her backside & scooted beneath it too
side by side we lay together playing dead
She was an empath like mom, always had a clue
as to what to do, she was amazing
at the ripe age of fifteen I knew what to do
I said my goodbyes then sent her in the forest of the Godlings.
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