by Connor Zimmerman on January 16, 2020
Poetry
by Grace O’Connor ’22
The sun shined on his ruby fur
His eyes carried the last bit of life
He was in pain but at ease
As he laid flat on the floor
I held his paw in my hand
As tears rolled down my cheek
His ears soft and fluffy
I pressed his head against mine
The final goodbye is always the hardest
I felt sadness, anger, and relief
The pit in my stomach grew
As I looked in his eyes one last time
Wrapped in the light brown blanket
He was at peace but in pain
I walked away and didn’t look back
Knowing I will never get that moment back