Why speak
When the heart’s longing whisper
Travels so clearly
To God’s ear?
We had to euthanize one of our pet rats on August 14. I’d never had to do anything like that before.
I wrote this poem that night at work.
Sleep now, little friend
For your pain at last has ended.
It broke our hearts to carry you
Through that dread gate
But our duty, though painful, was clear.
We owed you that hard kindness
And we did not shrink from it.
You knew what awaited –
You knew, and you accepted,
And lay so calm at the last
Under the doctor’s hand
And ours.
It tore at us to be there
But we had always been there;
We could not let you
Take that final step alone.
How could we have?
Sleep now, little friend,
For your pain at last has ended.
There’s probaly a lot more I could say, but I don’t know how.
-= Gryphon =-
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