My Little Canine...

I chuckled at the little man,

Wriggling around my hand,

Licking my face to let him go,

Nubbing my thumb to release him,

What a canine he was!

Remembering his memory,

Is like an ocean in a pond.

Those around me told that, 

"It's going to be ok...

Try to forget it..."

My little brother running around my legs,

To protect him from my angry ma,

Was a remarkable event.

How can I forget him,

When he is my family!

All I feel now is numb,

Apathetic, and bare.

My eyes keep on projecting,

The last moment I spent

With my little canine.

In his stretcher, My little one,

Breathed his last, gazing at me.

As I saw his eyes losing his soul,

I stepped closer stroking his head,

And tried to ease his pain.

I could hear the machines,

Going crazy.

Bowing my head,

All I thought was,

"What do I do without him!"