This is the Day

This is the day
This is the day I was dreading
This is the day I had prepared myself for
This is one of the days I will never forget
And one that I'll never regret
This is a day I cry and sigh and remember and dream

This day I write and have nothing to say
I have nothing to feel but loss and pain and the tears rolling down my face every five minutes

On this day, my little guy goes
His body was too old and weak and said no more

This is the day he barks
This is the day he prances in parks
Of color and he's with his momma who we took him from when he was too young
And my gramma who knew he was a gift I'd love
In his little box he looks up at me, whimpering and scared
I hold him in one hand, his tiny litle puggy face looking up at me
I see his little trot
I smell his little paws
I see his face black, and salt and pepper and white

I hope his tail is curled
I hope he knew how very much he was loved
I will miss him forever