Last Bite
She always got my very last bite,
Felt her little wet nose, on my back, late at night.
And no matter how terrible my day seemed to be...
I'd see her little smile- inside my front door,
the smile that she showed me, each day before.
It seems of my time--she deserved so much more.
At dinner each night--she'd lie by my feet-
trying to sniff-- what I've cooked to eat.
She'd sit up so straight, so patient, was she.
Her tounge, now hanging--out streched.
The wonder involved...in what I had fetched.
She knew every meal..She had my last bite.
Even my snacks..the ones...well passed midnite.
She knew it was special, this deal that we had.
She knew that my cooking, was not all that bad.
I loved her so long, though not long enough
I knew-when the time came.."goodbye" would be rough
A pain in my heart..for the rest of my time...
If your very lucky you get 1 like mine
The one I named Dutchy
The one that was mine!
RJM2014
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