Missing a dog
This poem is dedicated to my black pug named Ringo.
By Serenity ZahnlePublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Michelle Middleton on Unsplash
What is it like
To miss your own dog?
When someone you care about,
Is forced to leave your home?
I remember the little things,
Like forgetting to give you a walk,
Like hearing you playfully bark,
Like giving you lots of cuddles.
I will never forget,
The mistakes I made,
When raising you.
Sometimes I wondered,
When you’re whining in your sleep,
Was it actually my fault,
Or was it something else?
Our last moment together,
Was when I was forced to,
Send you to the pound,
Several years later,
I still wonder,
How was your life?
What happened after I left you?
Did you meet a brand new family?
Ringo,
I still miss you.
About the Creator
Serenity Zahnle
I'm a transgender poet. Started writing again after a few years of hiatas. I hope to find new people to connect with.


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