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Goodbye, Sister

December 8, 2015
By KawaiiCooper DIAMOND, Winter Garden, Florida
KawaiiCooper DIAMOND, Winter Garden, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head."

I was four
When my mom
Sat me down
And stuck you
In my lap.
And floppy,
With sweet
Puppy breath.


I was scared.
Scared of you
And the memory
Of my dad’s dog,
Which started
This illogical fear.


But you lazily
Looked me in the eye,
And fell asleep,
And warm.


I rubbed your ear,
The velvet fur
Gliding against
My fingers.


And after that,
I wasn’t afraid.




A decade later,
December the fourth,
And my grandma
Is crouched
Over your frail body,
Your right
Hind leg
Rid of muscle,
Curling in
On themselves.


They say elephants
Never forget,
But I know
You’re remembering
Two and a half
Years ago,
When he was just
Like you,
And you howled.


Heart-breaking cries,
Screaming for mercy.
For life.


For him to miraculously
Get better.


But you aren’t
Howling now.
You’re scared
And shaking
And your eyes
Are red.


My grandma sobs,
And I can’t find
The tears.
The memory
Of you curled
In my lap
Presses against
Both tear ducts,
And dry.


I knew you
Wouldn’t have much


I even told my grandma,
Trying to reassure her
It was the right
Thing to do.




We bought
So you could sleep first.


And as the technicians
Lift you up
To the table,
My eyes
Bursts back
To life
And fill
With tears.


They leak down
My cheek
And stain
My shirt.


Your hair
Is on my shorts.
I would
Brush it off,
But I don’t
Have the heart.


I know
That Brother
Is here,
Watching you,
Watching us.


And this
Is what stops me
From grabbing
The syringe,
Filled with pink


I’m not sure
If heaven exists,
But if it does,
I know you’ll run, soon.
You’ll move
Your back paws
And race over green grasses
And rear onto
Your back paws
And play with Brother
Like boxers,
The way you used to
Before he got sick.


The white
Will leave
Your muzzle.
Your floppy ears.
Your skeletal back
Your short tail.


The vet
Presses his
To your chest.


Your muscles
Are twitching,
And even
In sleep,
You don’t want to


You can’t walk,
Can’t stand
Without falling
And twisting
On the ground,
Your limp
Limbs trying
To gain traction.


When he looks up,
His face is grave
And he whispers,
“She’s gone.”


That memory,
When we were
Both little,
And breaks,
Just like my tears
As they fall
Onto the ground.


But I know
That I was ready,
And as we leave,
I make sure
To rub your ear.


One last time.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Oct. 17 2016 at 7:17 am
KawaiiCooper DIAMOND, Winter Garden, Florida
56 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head."

Thanks, lol

on Oct. 16 2016 at 3:43 pm
Your_Apathetic_Basketcase ELITE, Orlando, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Just remember, if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off."
-Derrolyn Anderson

"Don't trust everything you see, even salt looks like sugar."

"The sea speaks more honestly... To those willing to drown." -J.D. Hard

Oh my God. You actually got me to almost f*cking cry Logan. You know what. Congratulations. You deserve that.

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