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