Beauty
I first saw you sleeping in your pen
You were so thin, so fragile
At the time of seeing you
I wasn’t planning on taking you home.
You were eight years old, the charity said
Had been in their care for months
I knew I couldn’t leave you!
I arranged it with my family
Together we brought you home
You were my precious treasure,
My sugar pie, my life!
You acted older than the charity thought you were,
We thought you were 14 when we got you.
Beauty, you were shy but very sweet
Once you learnt to trust us.
You were never keen on visitors, never keen on fuss
But you were very special
To all of us
You had to leave your home
When your owner died
But that didn’t mean you weren’t special
You meant the world to us!
It was hard when you became ill
The good times became rarer and rarer
The bad started outnumbering the good
We did our best, honest we tried!
But your body was too weak
To fight the sickness off.
I lost you, holding you at the last
You only lived with us 18 months!
But your memory still lives on,
My sweet, precious treasure!
Sleep well, precious little sugar pie.
| Beauty |
| 3, Nov 2008 |
| Emma |