I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet
Soul Dog Dallas, and
I guess I always will.
Two years now. You departed
Right as the Pandemic began,
Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.
At last you’re free from pain and misery.
Time really has helped me process the grief
Of your passing, and I must admit
So has the arrival of a
New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.
He’s not you, nor will he
Ever be, but still
It helps to have
Note: This poetic form is called Double Etheree.