your fur feels like wool
my loyal shiba inu
but as i pet you it comes off in patches.
my breath catches,
deep in my throat -deep down in the place
where tear rivers flow.
and I don’t know
how to say goodbye?
Lord only knows
how hard we tried
to save you from illness and grief.
now as a last resort
is putting you to sleep.
But that’s for tomorrow.
today is for saying goodbye
and your fur feels like wool.
your sleeping most of the time now.
at 13 or 14 years old your no longer
our spunky friend.
you’ve slowed down but we both love you so much.
Tomorrow morning will come soon enough.
I wish there was a way to properly
say goodbye and i love you
Rest in peace Moshi Moshi Feb 2001-10/22/15