Wylie laid in a corner,
One blue eye, one brown.
Slumped to the kitchen
when he heard me open a snack.
Wylie cried when all four legs,
collapsed from the spine tumor
that had grown on his back, but I
remember when he would get loose
and sprinted faster to the shouts of
us calling out his name behind him.
Wylie quickly became an old soul,
and briskly indulged the euthanasia
shot pinched through his veins. Seconds
before he glanced a beautiful smile.
Shined those eyes at me one more time
with the slightest idea of being dead
Any second. minute. forever.
Wylie did not look sick because
he was happy til his last breath.
Your paw came in the mail a few days later,
They burned you down to every swift bone in
your body. I grabbed belongings and collected
them in a box.
I put it in the corner where Sammy now lays.
His eyes are just blue, and you would’ve probably
hated him taking your place. He holds your energy, your
poise, your elegance. And he likes licking feet.
He's a good guy, but don't let me compare because I love you
both. You have both patched up scars at different parts of
my life that no human could ever cure.
I miss you, Wylie, and it’s gotten so easy to talk about you.
You were our pal since I was 5, and now you’re a running
angel in the clouds that now hold your beautiful peace. I've
started a new journey in my life, but you'll always be the first
boy to have broken my heart.