The Gentle Grief of a Pet Slowing Down
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jul 16, 2025
The muzzle's gray, the eyes are deep,
He spends a longer time asleep.
The ball is thrown, he gives a glance,
And turns away from the old dance.
My heart, it breaks in a slow way,
Watching him fade, day by day.
And oh, the love, it grows so vast,
To make these quiet moments last.
He spends a longer time asleep.
The ball is thrown, he gives a glance,
And turns away from the old dance.
My heart, it breaks in a slow way,
Watching him fade, day by day.
And oh, the love, it grows so vast,
To make these quiet moments last.