A Loving Memory Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Cute as a bug, bright eyed and spirited,
the littler terrier
filled all our lives;
captured our hearts as easily as he managed
to sneak into the boy's room each night.

A bitter sweet chapter of our history;
this adored pet of youth
that lies wrapped in his own death
remains forever wrapped in our memories.
The poison was painful and slow.

He hid in the storm but I tracked his cries;
cradled him back home to the comfort of family,
to our broken hearts and the little boy's hands
that would dig a very special place
to gently give him back to the earth.

An innocent creature taken so mercilessly
speaks even now these decades later.
Some hearts are already dead
lost in the darkness of their own cruelty;
others live on in loving memories they leave behind.