Daniel Leach

The Dog

The dog, once cheerful, running and chasing us
Her love never was lost
She met us with a wagging tail and a whine for treats after school
We loved everything about her
The way her black and brown complemented each other

Her cheerfulness never did cease
She comforted us in times of trouble and need
Over time, she grew and became part of us

Good things are not meant to last
Mother, overwhelmed by life’s grievances, accidentally struck her,
The wheels of death banished the dog to darkness
Aged to the Reaper’s content, Heidi’s eyesight had dimmed, failing her on that fateful day

We chose not to see her to remember her life and how she lived
We will always remember and cherish those loving memories
Those memories from a distant time, of life, love, and happiness


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