One Dog Is Okay, I Guess
Three dogs used to live in my home
Now Hermes and I reside alone
We were a happy, neurotically motley crew
And we were joined together, through and through
Before Milly and Willy were a mismatched pair
She was nine. He was three. They didn’t care.
The three of them would get out every now and then
They’d make it home safely again and again
Late one October night, they got out
Those three running away didn’t listen to my shouts
I figured they’d be back any time anyway
But much to my dismay
Only Hermes came back that night
Milly and Willy were stolen away
I searched but they were totally out of sight
Hermes and I struggle along
No more 3 dog nights at my home
Hermes cries out in his sleep
And me, I just weep
sheila
Axilea
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xo
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Newfie Hugs, Rose
this is real loss that cuts to the quick.
So sorry.
John
I feel so badly someone was capable of stealing them from you.
The whole thing has to be just heart breaking.
Blessings,
Christine
I did have soulmates
a black and tan male
and white female
of the shepherd kind
~Elizabeth~
You did capture my sadness
with yours...of me
losing the black and tan
within three months
then losing the white
grieving herself to death
Lady Vivian
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