One part of that day
I write this a little depressed,
my mind, it got reflective stressed.
Watching stories of animals mourning,
remembering Tegan died in the morning.
Maple, we put her just outside,
my love listened to her heart, as she died.
Through the stethoscope, listening intent,
wanting to hear the moment Tegan went.
When the drugs kicked in our Tegan died,
poor Maple howled so sadly outside.
She with us on that day beside Tegan laid,
for hours that’s where we stayed.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So much about that day still hurts. some day will explain the rest. sorry for the sad one.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Many creatures feel loss. We are not the only ones that mourn. Sad poem.
Excellent
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