The sad call comes moments ago.
KC the dog will have to be put to sleep.
She's become incontinent.
Even she's embarrassed.
The human mother of KC the dog
tells me this and no doubt it is true.
This is the nature of things.
One day perhaps my mother
Will tell God Himself, "Look at my
son, Lord. He's not the boy anymore.
He's not even the young man anymore.
The one I told he would have many girlfriends.
He's not even the middle aged man anymore,
the one who made such a cruel act and hurt
His wife so badly, the woman I considered my
daughter. I hope you have forgiven him. Because
He has not forgiven himself. No, my God, he is
now becoming an old man. He's got years left.
I won't pretend to know how many. But You know,
God, how many. You do, right? But if you don't,
Please ask me and I will tell you when it's time
to have him put to sleep."
Rich Quatrone July 10 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
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