For My Sheltie Sammie.
A burned in memory is your little red paw prints on the sidewalk
after a rain shower, from the Georgia red clay, the laughter of you playing with balloons on
the bed as I tapped them away from you. The way you never got up from the
backseat to hang out the window, like so many other canines often do. The
way you seemed to strain your brain, seeming to try and understand what
was being discussed. The fact that the morning you passed away and the
elderly lady next door asked how I was, my reply was 'it is not easy living
with a broken heart' and 6 years later July 4, it is not any easier.
For My Sheltie Sammie.
By Truenobleman
© 2012 Truenobleman
(All rights reserved)
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