Dainty by ann Dilley

Dainty

by ann Dilley

When you lose an elderly bitch or dog You walk for days in an awful grey fog. You remember the times of your dear friends youth When her body was young and her eyes shone with truth. Now her eyes have grown dim and her body is slow. Yours is the decision, you must let her go. Mine was that decision on a sunny April morn As I held her in my arms I recalled the time she was born. For thirteen happy years shed shared my days, So much love in a tiny body can only amaze. I thanked God for giving my Dainty to me With my eyes blinded by tears I let her go free. Theres a spot in my garden with a small wooden cross. Theres a place in my heart with a great sense of loss. Ann Dilley I wrote this after the Vet told me he could do no more for her and mine was the decision.

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