Second part of that day
It was slightly raining as the hours past.
not wanting to leave my loves side.
Reflecting on the years that have past,
that day our Tegan she died.
At one point I walked from her site
to dig the grave, I had to proceed.
Wanting to finish before the night,
gathered everything I would need.
For hours I steadily dug and slaved,
6 feet deep just beside the tree.
To this task all my strength I gave,
perfect the hole needed to be.
When ready we brought Tegan out,
placed her by the graves side.
Maple making her whimpers shout,
us three, together we cried.
Before we locked our Tegan below,
we gathered her toys for her sleep.
The blue ball is what Maple chose,
for our Tegan from her to keep.
It was a somber task to complete,
giving Tegan her last place to lay.
Covered with a dirt layered sheet,
how vividly I remember that day.