My last dog, Wyatt Burp

Traveling Broken

Broken is the heart of summer

Desperate cries in mid-July

Clouds of pain begin to hover

As I search my restless sky.

Quietly groping through my memories

Deep within my numb struck mind

I rest upon that blessed December

When Wyatt caught my husband’s eye.

I let myself begin to wander

Through that eve of Christmas past

And pause to linger on their laughter

That first encounter went so fast.

I turn and look out the airplane window

And gaze into the setting sun

The warmth outside tries hard to heal me

My grieving process has begun.

I lay my head against my pillow

My swollen eyes beg to rest

I fondly think of lazy Sundays

When Wyatt’s head rest against my breast.

Golden Beauty, Golden Puppy

Eyes that reached into my soul

May your heaven have sandy beaches

Warm blue waters, a grassy knoll.

July 8^th, 1997

Trying to cope with the death of my 2 ½ yr Golden Retriever who died due to an allergic reaction to medication while I was out of town

Julia

NB: I have not “owned” a pet since this loss.  I cherish animals but hate the end part!  The Vet at the emergency hospital informed me that we had a terrific law suit against his organization as any of the Dr’s at the hospital we had been taking him the past months should have noticed he was allergic to this medication that caused his liver to basically explode.  $5,000+ and a dead dog.  I just didn’t care about suing anyone.  I was truly brokenhearted.

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