These few days will be dedicated to those we loved and passed last week.
Dear wonderful Sprint. I wrote a poem for you but it does not do you justice. It does not tell how devoted you were. How loved and loving you were. How strong, a natural leader you were. How mischievous you were. The joy you brought to those close and around you. None of that.
The Mother of All Schipperkes. That was you.
Matriarch of the House Mouses. That was you.
Never will there be another Schipperke like thee.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011