Cute as a bug, bright eyed and spirited, <br />the littler terrier <br />filled all our lives; <br />captured our hearts as easily as he managed <br />to sneak into the boy's room each night. <br /> <br />A bitter sweet chapter of our history; <br />this adored pet of youth <br />that lies wrapped in his own death <br />remains forever wrapped in our memories. <br />The poison was painful and slow. <br /> <br />He hid in the storm but I tracked his cries; <br />cradled him back home to the comfort of family, <br />to our broken hearts and the little boy's hands <br />that would dig a very special place <br />to gently give him back to the earth. <br /> <br />An innocent creature taken so mercilessly <br />speaks even now these decades later. <br />Some hearts are already dead <br />lost in the darkness of their own cruelty; <br />others live on in loving memories they leave behind.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-loving-memory/
