Sorry dear friend, now is your time to go.
Never have I felt this sad, nor so very low.
A furry gift to me you were, upon my first birthday,
a puppy black and tan; on my lap you liked to play.
A terminal discovery, disguised by a wagging tail,
full of love for everyone, devotion never failed.
Sixteen human years of forever-faithful love,
now is time to find a new doghouse up above.
Remember chasing rabbits, for more than half a day,
or snapping at a Bumblebee to keep them far away.
Leftovers surprisingly, were gourmet food for you,
under the stars, you often ate our fourth-day stew.
You raced against my Repco, I peddled oh so hard,
Hamish often chased me, from my own backyard.
Buddies, best mates, and my dearest friend,
this cancer you fought, until the very end.
Now as you sit low in the passenger’s seat,
a trip to the Vets, in such terrible heat!
Tears are blurring my vision, as I drive away;
a whimper; you know what is going down today!
For forty kilometres, man’s best friend would stare;
the saddest and longest drive of my life anywhere.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.