"Daunte"my special pug
by Kim Caron
I don't have a poem but a very broken heart. I cry everyday when I get in my car and see your collar hanging on my mirror. Daunte I am sorry Mommy left you at the vets, I know how you clung to me and you didn't want to be there. I promised to come get you and to be a good boy and you will get a special treat. I am sorry I had to starve you for that awful surgery, how you moaned with hunger. I am sorry that the vet did not save your life. I held you for an hour crying and kissing you and though you were very cold I still hoped you'd come back to me. Mommy can't stand the pain and I miss my grumpy little pug with his silly antics. You were my favorite of all the six puppies your mommy Zoey had. I sat up all night when you caught a cold so you could breathe. I even took you to work and carried you around like a baby. You were my baby, my silly little boy. I miss my wrinkley little boy. I miss seeing you run to the fruit tree and eating the fruit, I miss wiping your face because you were the messiest little boy. I miss your precious face laying on the sofa and I miss how you use to sit in the toy box and not let me touch your toys. I miss our game of tickling your belly and tug of war and most of all I miss my little shoe thief. I will not let anyone touch the dollar you stole and ripped when I tried to get it back. My heart aches for you Daunte, though you were 5 months old you stole my heart. I never felt such a bond and I still can't believe you are gone. It's not the same here with out you my baby. Please come home to Mommy. I pray Mommy Zoey has another special boy like you and I pray that it really is you. You deserved to live. Why I insisted you get neutered is beyond me. I should of left you alone. I want more time with you Daunte, I want to hug and kiss you and love you all over again. I wish my pain and guilt would subside. I will look for you when the time comes and I love you forever. I never want to forget you my precious boy. Daunte, Mommy loves you and sends you hugs and kisses and I'm sorry my baby, Mommy never wanted you to die. I promised to come get you and that's what I intend to do.
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