'If you've never owned a Dachshund, no explanation is possible.
If you have owned a Dachshund, no explanation is necessary.'
Your collar seemed too big somehow
as I walked you through the door.
The vet wore a checked shirt
and his eyes were kind.
The liquid in the syringe
shone like green jelly.
It reminded me of birthdays
when I was a kid.
I don't think it hurt – you didn't flinch,
but stood there calmly while I stroked your head.
I'll never forget your grave little face -
and the relief as the tears fell.
Chanced upon this beautiful verson Alison...always hard to lose a friend...my belated sorrow. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing