"November 27, 2004"
My name is Emily.
I am but twelve,
I sigh at the pictures,
that sit on the shelve.
I woke up one morning,
my sister was crying,
I thought maybe one,
of her friendships was trying.
but then I sat up,
and got out of my bed,
walked out of my room,
still asleep in my head.
Then my sister stood up,
and gave me a hug,
her face wet from crying,
she'd lost someone she'd loved.
I just kept on walking,
more confused than before,
and saw that my mother,
was crying even more.
and then i looked down,
and saw you laying there,
I listened to mom,
as she gently stroked your hair.
I looked in your eyes,
that i loved so much before,
and just sat back and stared,
as you laid helpless on the floor.
I started to miss you,
before you had left,
but tears just wouldn't come out,
no not one,
no not yet.
then finally they came,
and I called out your name,
and sat there so long,
thinking this is jsut wrong.
It just wasn't fair,
to see you lying helplessly there.
The last time I'd see you,
for the rest of my life.
Then my mom said to leave,
and dad took you away.
I took one last look,
one last hug,
my best friend,
and wished you could stay.
But then it was over,
too quick to measure.
I had lost my best firend,
one of my most-valued treasures.
My name is Emily,
I am but twelve.
I lost my best friend,
but his spirit still dwells.
I can never ever ever say, that last year at this time i was with Jake. It was a sad time, my first dog, my first friend. We were together for 12 years, almost thirteen. He was a good dog. He didn't really like me, but he was a good dog. It is so sad, i can barely remember him. My memories have been fogged up with Luke. I see a black dog with Luke's face. Jake was a good beggar, he always made me feel safe,he always made me smile.
Jake was a good dog, and i miss him a lot. I'll always miss him. He'll always be my favorite dog, no matter how many are yet to come. I love him still. I miss him, and it saddens my heart knowing he's gone, but its all a part of Gods plan. He took JAke away, but he gave us a big, brown, blessing.
Jake was a good dog, and i miss him a lot. I'll always miss him. He'll always be my favorite dog, no matter how many are yet to come. I love him still. I miss him, and it saddens my heart knowing he's gone, but its all a part of Gods plan. He took JAke away, but he gave us a big, brown, blessing.
3 comments:
you definatly have an amazing gift, emily. you can put your thoughts down in words so easily. i miss that big ol' black puppy, too. he could always manage to get up somehow in his later years to greet you at the door. he was a well behaved dog too. lyl :)
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hey emily... that poem was so touching i was crying. i remember that day as if it was yesterday. i was lying in my bed that mrning and my dad came in and said you were on the phone i remember you were in tears and told me that jake haad died. that was such a sad day. i didnt know jake as long as you did, but i was sad. i loved jake too i miss him now that i have read that poem. he'll always be with us though in our hearts.
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