Poem Number 10831

Scruffy

does this cold washrag make you close your eyes?
I say hang in there and mumble something about help
but I am the help and I am thinking which neighbor
would be home this afternoon with a gun.
or does it help to stoke your head and speak these
foolish words like a younger man by 14 years who feed you
with an eyedropper when another dog ripped away
your mother's life.
But you, always the smallest and most silent are not dead
you hung on and made me think you were sunning here in the grass
where I kneel and try to find away to stop your pain.
And I am the man who has feed you and told you
for these these many years that i am no cat person am feeling sick
and I want to run away or drive my car up a country road
where I can be alone to cry.......Jake
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Oh Jake, what can I say. This poem says it all.Don't go up a country road-cry where you are and with no shame. We give our hearts to an animal to tear. My best. Jane
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this is so sad & heart-rending--our pets are so much a part of our lives & hearts--they love us back so unselfishly-ditto jane--if this poem is true--& it has the ring of truth--my heart goes out to you--God bless you jake--window watcher
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Jake, I am so sorry, I really know how it feels. m
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dad...our tears blend...thanks for giving scruffy a great life...love you! -your son
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Thanks all.. it is less than the truth..the truth was worse..I Thought it would help to write about it..It doesn't much but you kind thoughts do........Jake
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Oh, Jake, reading this poem made instant tears. My heart goes out to you. I've known this pain. I'm so sorry. R.J.G.
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hi, Jake. i'm sorry. this is one reason why my mom wouldn't let me have a pet dog again. didn't handle the last part too well ... Drm