The news: a bark that bites through my heart
Words on a screen scratching at my soul
My world shakes and it flings me down
I choke on the hairy diagnosis
And it claws at my breaking eyes.
The clock chimes, the hands move,
Eighteen years are now ticking ,
Sands caught in his paws, now loose,
He is slipping the leash that binds
Us together, man and best friend.
I weep at the news like a conclusion
Remind myself he doesn’t know;
He lives because he loves – those eyes and ears
Trained on me, following – I never leave him –
Bright with life … he is my story of goodness, pure,
Warm fur pressed against my cheek, we are
Still connected: a tongue licking my tears.
© Dale Schierbeck 2014