This is dedicated to Sharmishtha, who loved her dog. This is a poem about my dog...
"He looked at me, it was as if his eyes were blood red. She looked half drunk, a hunger in her eyes as if she wanted to devour me… right there!"
This story is about starting over, when the one you love pass away.
This story is dedicated to the friends I made on Typotic, especially: Ejay, Sharmishtha and Samewriter, who allowed me to use their work. Also to everyone else reading it, I hope you enjoy it!
it is about my birthday - 5 January Booooringggg...............
Dedicated to my Sister who passed away recently and my brother who had to say goodbye to his young wife
7 COMMENTS
PenFairy
December 8, 2015 - 02:48 This is such a cute poem! Your dog must be a happy "child".! :) =))Velantra
December 8, 2015 - 10:17 Spoiled, loved, cute. Not a clue what breed (or brat) she is. Very intelligent, can open a door, rip toilet paper to pieces, eat all my daughters toys. and she rips the newspaper in pieces. She has a lot of toys, but she likes to be naughty. When I take of my laundry, she insists on sitting on the basket, on my clean washing. Thanks for the up vote.Lea Ebio
December 9, 2015 - 15:28 nice and yes...cute and - heart-warming too!Sharmishtha Shenoy
December 15, 2015 - 21:13 Your dog is a lucky one to have a mother like you ! :-) Nice poem!Velantra
December 15, 2015 - 23:09 Thank you for all the up votes my friendbodystringer
December 25, 2015 - 13:41 The little one's, so unique, they live for the moment, but protect you with everything they need for their future.pies11
October 2, 2019 - 14:28 Hello i am miss Brenda i have private discusion with you via at(piesbrenda106@gmail.com)