Missing a dog
This poem is dedicated to my black pug named Ringo.
What is it like
To miss your own dog?
When someone you care about,
Is forced to leave your home?
I remember the little things,
Like forgetting to give you a walk,
Like hearing you playfully bark,
Like giving you lots of cuddles.
I will never forget,
The mistakes I made,
When raising you.
Sometimes I wondered,
When you’re whining in your sleep,
Was it actually my fault,
Or was it something else?
Our last moment together,
Was when I was forced to,
Send you to the pound,
Several years later,
I still wonder,
How was your life?
What happened after I left you?
Did you meet a brand new family?
Ringo,
I still miss you.
About the Creator
Serenity Zahnle
I'm a transgender otherkin poet. I hope to meet new people and talk about poetry. I used to post my poetry on deviantart, here's a link https://www.deviantart.com/ssserenity
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