[marya]

I am still so sick at heart. I was up writing a poem as I write poetry. My poem doesn't ease the loss but I had to get it out:

Roxie My Roxie "PTS"
I loved my Roxie gal but it was not to be
She nipped Bob twice after licks and nuzzles
Why she bit this time will always be a puzzle
Was she guarding her bed where he sat beside her
She could have just gotten up and walked away
There was pelenty of room there to get away
Something she did at times -- she would slink away
To the sanctuary she had under our bed --
And there she would stay -- sometimes for an hour, sometimes half the day
Yet she chose to snarl, bark and bite -- Not just her usual flight
The reaction she had, it would end her short life
One filled with her fears or whatever threat she felt on that night
Dog bites are scary and so very quick
Especially scary after nuzzles and licks
With holes in our hearts we made that fateful vet trip
A one way decision for one less life
Her new "forever" home, just not on this earth
No matter how much I cry, or tears I may shed
My Roxie's no longer, my Roxie is dead.