Roscoe

 Here's a little poem I wrote about pet grief. 

I still have the I heart my pitbull sign hanging in my room 

And it breaks my heart to explain to someone new I no longer have one 

That even though I still have your leash and collar I no longer have you

I no longer have gentle grunts and long walks to circle k 

No longer doggy cuddles and stinky kisses 

Grief is a hard thing for people to understand 

It's hard to explain that I miss the smell of your paws and the feeling of your wet nose 

It's hard to say I don't think I'll ever stop missing you

And if I do I never forgive myself

I miss you bear I still think about you constantly. You're my doggy soul mate. I'll miss you and leah forever.