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To My Friend

Death is quite an evil thief For it took my dearest friend-- Whose eyes were fixed upon me As he finally reached, the end. And the look, it was a razor, Cutting deeply to the soul-- For it said, "Why don't you help me?" But I could not help, at all. God, that image haunts me so, I can see it clearly still-- And should I live a thousand years I believe it always will! Until we meet again my friend. We'll play tug-of-war with your favorite squirrel. Later Rocky--miss you-- Dad.

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Casarah Nance

Date: 4/22/2014 10:28:00 AM

Oh babe, :( I had a husky that got attacked by a bear and the damage was beyond repair and i know it was the right thing to do so with the death lingers i empathize too. Hugs

Mel Merrill
Date: 4/22/2014 7:52:00 PM

Oh man, that was wrong--ate up. Ever seen a grown man crying, and yelling out, "Someone help me!" Not a pretty site. That day was a bitch, and yes, the memory lingers like...some simile :) Hugs, Mel

Jan Allison

Date: 4/11/2014 9:16:00 AM

Oh Mel this is the saddest poem so beautifully written with incredible feeling . Big hugs Jan xxx

Jan Allison
Date: 4/12/2014 3:59:00 AM

I can sympathise Mel, losing a pet can be so traumatic especially a dog - they are so loyal. Look forward to reading so many more of your works. Hugs Jan xx

Mel Merrill
Date: 4/12/2014 12:08:00 AM

Thank you Jan. That was a bad day. Rocky died in the car on the way to the veterinary hospital--staring at me with those big brown eyes; tongue hanging. Awful. He suffered so badly, and I carry the quilt for that--for waiting. All the while I was sobbing, crying out hysterically, "God, somebody help me!" No one could. Thanks for caring Jan. Have a great weekend. Love, mel :)