Make Room for Poetry

by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff



Good Dog

I could see through your eyes,

I could tell you were scared

If you could see me that day

You would have seen how scared I was, too.

You struggled to stand

But you didn’t even whimper

I stroked your fur and said,

“It’s okay, good dog.”

You farted and peed

Tears bathed my face

I prayed for the dog gods

To send you home safely

You disappeared into the night

Wanting to be in the shadows

I looked one last time

Before letting you go.

Morning came, and I was ready

But there you were as happy as ever

Back in your nook

Wagging your tail.

Good dog.

An Ode to My Dog

True story–my dog almost died on me last night. She wasn’t a young dog, with fourteen human years on her collar, and so it wasn’t really that much of a shock, considering she’s had a serious surgery already, and more lumps than I can count. But no matter how logical I am, and how much I justify that it’s just her time, it still felt like it was too early for me to be losing my faithful friend. I know all dog lovers will say that their dog is the best, but honestly, Toma (my labrador) is probably in the top five best dogs ever in terms of good behavior. She never complains, never gets grumpy, has never threatened to bite anybody, eats what we serve (even when I spike her dog food with guyabano juice, which is supposed to help her fight cancer cells) and greets me with her best smile even when I’ve been a bit forgetful of her. So, in honor of my beautiful dog, I wrote my experience down in the form of a poem. Enjoy!

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