Kona
Kona… My Angel… My Baby…
My Hunnie Bear… My Sweet Boy…
When we met on August 12, 2003…
I adopted him…
We both knew we saved each other…
Him from his past and the shelter…
Me from my past and my disease…
It is killing my Heart… The Pain he Suffered…
For the few moments he lived after the car hit him…
And what my wonderful… Brave… Caring Boy…
Had to see… He tried so hard to help our baby…
I am trying to be strong…
And deal with Kona’s Murder…
But how can the uncareing drivers of the car that hit him…
Going 65 miles per hour… and did not even stop…
How are they even able to live with themselves?
Do they even Care or Know how much they’ve Crushed our Hearts?
I try to remind myself in what I know is True…
I know that Karma will work as always...
Something Terrible is coming to them…
Kona-8/12/03-10/30/09
Copyright © Heather Foster | Year Posted 2009
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