Monday, April 23, 2012

Last Morning


Jackson's last morning.

Sun on his face, a breeze on his fur.
The world is beautiful
because he's out in it.
 Just lying there in it.
Limbs might fail,
but he's living in it.
breathing big gulping breaths of it.
So we smile through our tears
As we stroke his soft fur,
And say goodbye.


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