Stormy
my forehead pressed
against hers
I can see the spot
above her paw
where the needle
pricks
yellow fluid in the
syringe
invades her
veins
I feel her drop and
relax
sweet soft fur
between my hands
the vet says
“She’s gone.
and leaves us
…alone
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oh my–this moment never leaves one–sorry she had to leave. A brave poem. thank you
Ugh. This is so hard. Something we carry with us always, I think. Thanks for sharing.
The memory this evokes just broke my heart all over again.
I’m sorry.