Rest In Peace Mugsy, My Sweet Pug
someone wise told me I should write about my great loss,
maybe it would help me deal with my sweet boy’s death-
truth is I would give any amount of money, pay any cost,
to take away the memory of him taking his final breath.
even though he was suffering and I was probably in denial,
I can’t help but remember his long tongue and pug smile.
people say dogs are like children in some sorta way,
they bring our souls comfort and make our pain cease-
I’ll never forget the year two thousand four and the day,
when we brought him home to our family with ease.
for he was so small; too small to fit in our hands,
oh, why does it feel like no one ever understands.
I dressed him up in sweaters and coats to make him mad,
he would grunt and pout like a toddler in a time out-
but I was just so proud to be his mumma; now I’m sad,
to get over this loss I carry much hesitated doubt.
a thousand pictures I have taken and taken in love,
for now my sweet fur-angel rests gently up above.
there’s just something about a pug that is so funny,
maybe it’s the curly tail or the wrinkles upon his nose-
I would pay any price, give to anyone tons of money,
to take away this anguish only few understand and know.
when his heart stopped beating I wish mine did too,
oh, sweet dogs like him are very precious and few.
he gained a brother Bo when Karen died seven years ago,
then I had to put Bo to rest over a year ago from disease-
losing them both so soon has filled me with so much woe,
God I beg and plead, take away this heartache please.
it all happened so fast, the downhill of old age progression,
I’ll never love another the same is my secret confession.
I’ve slept with him snoring at my feet for fourteen years,
made sure he was comfy no matter my nightly position-
the last two nights have been lonely and filled with tears,
life’s just not the same as I lay here in complete affliction.
I don’t know if I can deal with losing two dogs so quickly,
my soul is shattered and my pitiful heart just so sickly.
my Mugsy was the epitome of sincere sweetness,
snorting and sneezing for attention and for tiny treats-
he gave my life meaning and brought me completeness,
I’ll never forget the smell of the pads below his feet.
I’ll always hold his fleece blankie and his smelly ducky toy,
all out of the love for my sweet pug, my Mugsy boy.
for those of you who have lost a pet I give you sympathy,
if you have any guidance on how to grieve, please do tell-
no one or nothing can take the place of my sweet Mugsy,
this death of my stinky face is like being stuck in hell.
I shall try to move on and remember all the fond memories,
and pray to God one day this deep mourning will cease.
Dedicated to my sweet boy, Mugsy
June 29, 2004-March 13, 2018
March 15, 2018
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2018
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