Category: Poetry

  I’ll never be accustomed to the realities of pet ownership, no matter how many times I experience it. For Buford, my Boo Boo, I am not ready for you to leave me. Only yesterday I was putting you through puppy classes. Where has the time gone? Long ago I was your elder, but now the roles have reversed. I dread the day you’ll breathe your last;  I already miss you.