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That poem was perfect, Hair. Thank you!

It's hard to explain why you are crying to folks that just don't get it. I'm lucky that my boss has an elderly dog he loves (he calls her "his Sandy") so he totally understands.

It's been a rough year for me and losing Dino just kills me. It's like a whole chunk of my life has disappeared. I am dreading going home and cleaning up his things. I'm sobbing here just thinking about washing out his bowls for the last time.

I'm sobbing here just thinking about washing out his bowls for the last time.

oh dear. You're going to think I'm really twisted. I always get everyone a new bowl when they come to live with us.

I put plants in the bowls of former loved ones so I can remember them with something nice and alive.

okay, it's a little sick... but then..... i'm that way.

Here is a funny dog poem I found when looking for the sad dog poem!

There's a monster in my closet

There's a monster in my closet.
He lives behind the door.
It's quiet and it's dark in there.
He doesn't even snore!

But my mama takes him out sometimes.
That's what really makes me shake!
She plugs his tail into the wall
and he roars like an earthquake.

He sucks down at the carpet
It's a frightful sight to see.
He goes at it so hungrily,
he might even suck up me!

That's when I run away and hide
but I still can hear him moan.
When a monster's running through your house
There's no place to be alone.

I'm shaking and I'm quaking
and I think that it's the end.
Then suddenly, a miracle!
All's quiet once again.

Now he's back inside the closet
and from beneath the bed I'll creep
and check behind the closet door
to make sure he's fast asleep.

I spy his name across his chest.
It's written there to see.
My monster's name is Hoover.
Please Hoover, don't eat me!

Barbara Emaus