Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hiya. This is a poem about a dog. My dog.

I sit with her.

Her head rests on my lap.

Her bronze fur shimmering in the fading light.

Her chocolate brown eyes looking at me.

As we watch the sunset, I wonder.

What will tomorrow be like?

As I ponder, I know.

She knows, to.  

She knows that this is her last walk,

Her last Day 

Her last time,

alone with me.

While I fall asleep,

Her head rests on my lap.

She is out before me.

Then I go, to.

We load her up into the truck,

all five of us.

My parents, My brothers.

And I.

And there is a tear in our eyes.

In my parents eyes,

My brothers.

But more then a tear is shed in mine.

It is overpoweringly white.

I don't like it.

Neither does she.

I hold her head.

And the needle goes in.

Her beautiful eyes look up into mine,

And then she's gone.

My brandy.