My Friend, Nash
Nash was a precious gift.
When she first came to me,
She reluctantly accepted my arms
To cuddle her.
She knew my weakness,
With her popped-out but inquisitive eyes.
Her innocent gawk
gave me a very light day to smile.
She’s a regular intruder to my room,
to bring her dozens of prey,
to prove that she’s an able pet,
to show her headless rats, lizards and frogs
on my carpet.
But when I screamed her name,
Nash knew she had committed mistakes,
and that she needed to hide under my bed
to save her ass.
She’s like a woman, nursing my deep sorrows.
even in my restless nights when I needed to cry with pain,
Nash tried to ease my troubled heart.
A constant reminder under my feet
that she stayed there and never left me.
And now her life is over,
her faithfulness,
her loving heart,
and her own way of silence,
made me think
that she’s more than a pet
She’s a friend that I will truly remember.
I miss you, Nash.
oh, sherwin, we both shared that love for dogs. yeah i have to tell that i have some stories to do with the dogs. the feeling of losing someone who has been there all along is just too painful.
and yet, an old cliche rings true “dogs are man’s best friend”.
great write, she.
Marvin said this on September 12, 2008 at 8:47 am