When the first time I saw him
it was already true
that he was my puppy
and love him is all I could do
and everything went great
until one sad evening
when I threw the ball
he wasn’t retrieving
we thought it might be a cold.
Something that had a cure
but it was something that I had to sadly endure.
The next day my parents gave him some stuff
that the doctor said
would make him tough.
He seemed to be doing good
as we all thought he should.
I came outside one day and saw my brother with him
and I could tell that Rebel
was getting quite slim.
He had him ready for a trip
and I didn’t know that
the memory of him I would loose grip.
He told me to say bye
but the only thing I said was why?
As he stepped up to the car door
Rebel could only move his legs.
A couple inches or more
so he helped him up into the car
and he drove off
and to me this was bizarre.
Later on in the day
he came inside
and didn’t even say hey
so I went out back to pet my boy.
Yet all I could find was a squeak toy.
This was when I felt that he was gone for good
as I sat down with his squeak toy in my hand
I noticed that the love he gave me
was all first hand.
Now I only have small memories of my boy
and this gives me
a little more joy.
The only thing that keeps me alive
is the small memories
on which I thrive……..
| Dana |