My Baby, My Dog

There my baby laid, beautiful and graceful.
Under the moonlight, his beauty caught my eye, making my heart full.

So peaceful, so serene, so calm.
Even the Gods above must have gathered to see this sleeping beauty with unmatchable charm.

When you entered my life nine years ago, I fell in love with you at first sight.
You walked up the stairs with eyes full of love and light.

The fear of dogs had vanished all of a sudden.
You awakened my love for dogs, which had been dormant and hidden.

The magnificent persona you had with loving eyes and a graceful tail.
To describe your true beauty, words and phrases shall fail.

You walked like a king, loved one, and all in our home.
Your favourite pastimes were to eat, play, sleep, and roam.

Not a single day did you trouble me as kids do to their mothers.
You were an Angel sent by the Almighty with invisible wings and feathers.

Years turned to moments, and time passed by.
With you beside me, I watched years fly.

I never noticed your slow walk as the years slid ahead.
I ignored the white hairs on your brows and forehead.

When people said you are ageing, I shunned them, saying he was just a baby.
I was trying to escape reality, maybe.

It was a new place for you when we shifted, my dear.
You adjusted so quickly with no doubt, no fear.

And the night came when I lost a piece of my heart.
I hardly realized this night would tear my life apart.

One phone call and my life changed forever.
While coming to see you that night, I had no idea we would not come back home together.

I tried to wake you up and called your name again and again.
But all my trials went in vain.

‘He is gone,’ said my sister.
My cries slowly turned into a whisper.

I looked at the dark sky and saw the moon, alone and bright.
It was the witness to my loss and its gain that night.

My beautiful baby has turned into a star beside the moon now.
It was an unforgettable trauma for me somehow.

Even today, when I see the moon, my eyes remember the same sight.
When I lost a piece of my heart, my baby, that night.

The habit of placing my hand on you at night is now a recollection.
But your place in my heart has made it my most treasured, prized possession.

Once in a lifetime, you meet someone.
Adored and loved by everyone.

I still remember you when singing a lullaby.
Indeed, the most challenging part of having a dog is bidding him goodbye.

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