by Kylie Dale / Kylie Dale Copyright 2005

That day I came home, and you were not there, I didn’t understand. I thought you would be here today, cuddled up in my lap. I knew you’d stay alive, I could feel it, but you got worse and worse. I didn’t bother to think about your death. I just knew you’d come home, and be alright. You did come home, but never as I’d thought. I opened that little white box, and looked in.

I petted your head, that you had always lifted before when I petted it, but now, you lay lifeless, and I was helpless to do anything. I miss you so much. No more pain Nelly. No more pain.


Kylie Dale