I chose the day br when she was to die br with spunk still in her br I entered the small room br br where I looked into her wonderful eyes br stroked br and spoke br to her again br br though she seemed not to take notice br of the gravity of the moment br nor the tears br forming br br that dropped br off my cheeks br into her fur br br injected br she fell br suddenly asleep br br in my arms br for the very last time br br her memory br remains br a part br of myself br br her body br remains br next to her br first born br br her soul br I maintain br moves on br in passing br br with hopes to meet again br sometime… somewhere br somehow br br I hold fast br to thoughts of her br and make it so br br she’ll turn up br in my dreamsbr br Tears In Rainbr br