My last dog, Wyatt Burp
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 8th, 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
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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