Slowly Losing Grey
A tribute to my 11-year-old Weimaraner
Slowing Losing Grey
I know the way that his soft fur smells
Living without him will be nothing short of pure hell
He’s been a blessing for 11 short years
Soon there will be no end to all my tears
They tell me over the rainbow good dogs go
This gives me very little rest for my broken soul
Losing this unconditional absolute dear
Fills me with sadness, dread and fear
I nuzzle beside him at closely at night
I’m comforted once again by his breath at light
My heart is preparing for a great big break
But know that this is one that I won’t shake
I hold him once again and softly and sweetly croon
Dear Grey boy, Mommy loves you over the moon
Renee Trimble
December 2016
Copyright © Renee Trimble | Year Posted 2016
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