His name was Beau, a solid white Pekingese. I have not Let him go.
I Have Not Let Him Go
He died in my armsI have not let him go
He is in my minds eye
running wild and free
Chasing a sable wild child
From fence to fence
White as snow, tail flattened
Smiling face as he lopes
With a thoroughbred’s stride
He lived to run
Even on three legs
He lived to run
damaged discs dragging legs behind
Fearless and proud
Empathetic intelligent
He was my wife’s protector
And life Saving companion
He was special and different
No one can explain why
I miss him every day
Running with joy
Black eyes wide
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2020-04-13 at 19:43
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