Soon You Will Be Gone, My Stinky Little Pug
I posted this first poem on one of my first days here at Poetry Soup. It’s about my stinky Pug Mugsy. He is almost fourteen now and for the past two days he has been slowly withering away. It’s so heartbreaking to see him dying. I just have to make the decision to put him down probably tomorrow. The vet isn’t open on the weekend.
September 25, 2015
You're my little stubby pug,
so stubborn, so smug,
Snore so loud in our bed,
acting like you're never fed.
You trot like you're so tough,
then cover me with pug kisses,
then you sleep on my feet,
so tired and so listless.
That big black face,
those beautiful brown eyes,
you're an angel when you're hungry,
but a devil in disguise.
A perfect curly tail,
you walking slower than a snail.
But we must confess,
we'll never love you any less.
Everyday you grow cuter,
even sometimes neurotic,
remember our little saying?
That Mugsy's so psychotic!!
There will never be another,
Pug like you in this lifetime,
I will always love you stinky,
you will always be mine.
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PART I
I wrote this Saturday January 27th at 4: 00 am.
It’s almost four in the morning and I can hear your shallow breathing,
I’ve been up most the night making sure you are hydrated and at ease-
I can’t believe this is happening again, I really feel like seething,
and the only thing I can pray for is your poor quality of life to cease.
You were our first born; “God take him away in peace please”.
When I first held you in two thousand and four I could’ve died,
you fit in the palm of my hand and wobbled like a drunken boy-
These past long few hours all I’ve done is cried,
as I scour the house looking for your favorite ducky toy,
and to think that obnoxious snoring used to annoy!
You have brought me such happiness and doggy joy.
I'll miss you my sweet stinky little pug,
stubborn and stubby, so silly and smug.
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PART II
I wrote this today at 7:30 am
It’s been two nights since you started withering away,
I keep wondering when you will take your last breath-
Oh, if only my sweet little pug could always stay
in my warm arms; but I knew eventually we’d face death.
Your vision still outstanding, yet now you are deaf.
I know you will meet your loved ones at the rainbow Bridge,
Karen, Michelle, grams, your brother Bo and cousin Milo-
I don’t like to see you stuck in such tired suffrage,
it brings such torment and agonizing woe.
I must learn to move on and eventually let you go.
When you go to heaven I pray you will remember me,
the gentle rubbing of your ears and warmth in my love-
I know you will be out of pain, so happy and free,
resting gently with the Lord our Savior up above.
May you fly freely like an ivory turtle dove.
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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