Kismet

You were so beautiful,
and you always will be in my heart
the way you'd dance with me
lend your voice when I sang
and get so excited,
sometimes, over nothing
you were so beautiful
and I still love you

How easy it would be,
to just remember the bad things,
the sad things
your swollen face,
stomach,
unseeing eyes,
that fateful Friday night
When April's showers felt more like warm tears

But you were still beautiful
red, white, brown, black hair
all soft,
all warm and inviting
I couldn't stop kissing your forehead
or crying into you
despite my self control
despite your ragged breathing

Stairway to Heaven played
as we all said good-bye to you
how fitting, how ironic
the fates themselves must have been sad
we all love you
"In a word she can get what she came for"
my beauty, remember that it's true
remember how we love you with everything we have

The mornings you would come and sleep with me
while we waited for everyone to wake up
the walks we'd go on together
picking berries
how playful you were!
How full of life!
I'll never forget that
you'll live on within me

Friday after school
was when we found you
you were sweet and running around
the next moment you were seizing
we stayed with you, and loved you
while we waited for help
I never guessed
that this would be our last time together

I'll miss you, dear girl
everything about you
everything you stood for
happiness, silliness, joy
I'll miss seeing you everyday
I smile thinking about you
at the same time I want to cry
It's so hard to accept I'll not see you again

How can it be true you had a cancer
and we couldn't find it?
we couldn't fix it?
How brave you were
through all that pain
amazing you were, and will always be
one of the greats they said,
they were right

I love you
I miss you
I hold you in my thoughts
may you be loved in the next world
as you are in this
may you be as happy
as you made me
merry meet, and merry part, until we merry meet again

----I wrote this poem for my dog, Kismet, or Kizzy for short. On Friday we had to put her down for the reasons described above. I'll always love her, and she'll live on as long as we remember her.

You just gotta remember that death is as much a part of life as breathing is.

I love you Kizzy.-------------------------------------