Thursday, December 19, 2013

Winter left me before Christmas

I saw her face and I thought of Winter
Some dogs look the same
but she's the prettiest in her litter
White with only a hint of brown
on her tiny ears
Just like the season, not perfect
but still wonderful

She is a quiet dog
Just like me, she loves corners
Beside a wall, underneath the table
if not, beside me
She would bark if needed
Few loud barks and nothing more
Few words indeed

I admire her patience
Hours and hours of waiting
She would punish me with kisses
I take them as my reward
She would stay on my lap
Asking for a back massage
and a bowl of her food

Like a real daughter
She is an obedient one
I say no and she would abide
No complaining, no whining
I love her she knows
Everything is for her good
She trust me.

Her eyes are big
full of innocence
She is after all a baby
Never proud. Always meek.
She knows what is hers and not
Never selfish. Always a giver.
She would share her bowl

I wake up. She will wake up
I sleep and she will sleep
She will eat what I feed her
She will take what I give her
Vitamins and bitter medicines
She will accept them quietly
I am a proud mommy

She lived like an only child
She can play on her own
when I am not around
When I with her
I am her only world
Her playmate
Her best friend

She loves me I know
She cares for me too
But I cannot touch her feet.
Don't even try. She hates it.
She acts just like me
She gets angry sometimes
But she would never bite her mommy

She loves water.
Cold or not
She drinks two bottles a day
So, I do not worry for her health
Because I know she would stay
For years and many more years
We will be together and play

Breakfast time yesterday
She ate her food and played
I left her for a second
Knowing she will drink water
I glanced again and there she was
Too weak to stand
Too weak to breath
In seconds, she was gone

Her life was cut short
Her heart stopped too early
He was but a year old
Too early to die
And what about me?
Just like last time
I was left with nothing

No matter how hurt I am today
I cannot complain
Just like the season,
she cannot stay
When summer comes, I will wish for cold
Because only winter and snow
can make me whole




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