Through a Creature's Eyes

When death looks at you through a creature’s eyes,

Sorrow and remorse filling those once bright windows to the soul,

A pet says their last goodbye,

As family members gather in woe.

 

As that creature takes a last fateful breath,

They silently whisper “Until then”,

Eyes glazed over, “But it's alright, at least they aren't suffering,” consoles a friend.

 

Happy memories are all but void when you search for the comfort of your four-legged pal,

Just to wake up and realize,

You're the only one left now.

 

No paws scrabble on the hardwood floor,

There’s no muzzle to nuzzle you at the barn,

No feline kneading your stomach at three a.m.,

No licking your face early in the morn’.

 

A glance at the foot of the bed,

A peek at the floor,

Eyes search everywhere, indoor and out,

Yet there is no best friend to be found.

 

But animals big and small, have a way of coming back to you, as long as you don't forget,

For when you find a new companion, you may realize,

That your old furry friend had nudged you towards a new best friend instead.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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