I lay at her feet as I have done so many times while she is writing. Now and then, she reaches to scratch my ear or pet my head as she sweetly speaks to me. Oh, those wonderful words she sweetly speaks to me. Those sweet words that soothe me when I am frightened. Those sweet words of love that make me feel as though her and I are the only two creatures in this world when she speaks them to me.
She cries sometimes. I feel bad because I don’t know how to speak those sweet words back to her. I don’t know how to tell her that I am here with her. That I won’t leave her. I know she is scared, so I lay at her feet.
She lost her hair and looks different now. I know who she is because she still speaks those sweet words to me. I don’t understand why she can’t get out of bed anymore. She is always so sick. I wish I could speak those sweet words to her, to tell her that the pain will end. I wish I could make her understand that I feel the pain with her. I can’t speak those sweet words, so I lay at her feet.
She is always sleeping now and lays so silently in her bed. Oh, how I long to hear those sweet words come from her lips. I am confused and worried, so I lay at her feet.
She is still now. I think she stopped breathing. I jump on to the small, white bed that they moved her to. I lick her cheek, but she is cold. I am frightened. I wish she would speak those sweet words to me so that I feel better. I am sad, oh so sad. I now know that she will never again speak those sweet words to me. Oh, how I wish I could speak those sweet words to tell her goodbye, but I cannot so I will lay at her feet.
This poem was inspired by every single Sheltie I have had the pleasure of sharing my life with. They are a unique and one of the most empathetic breeds I know. ~ Corina