Rottweiler's Requiem

She lies there motionless at the back of her run;
Her food bowl is untouched before her.
The osteosarcoma

Deep, Joy, Calm


I like the moments
Sweet Repose
My Soul at Rest
My Heart, He holds

All is well
All is at rest
Peace just falls
Deeply

A soft caress,
No way to express.
A sun kissed breeze,
The rustling of leaves.

A light embrace,
A tender sensation,
Too delicate

She cowers in the corner

heart breaking

limbs shaking.

She's afraid to move

too afraid to run.

Afraid that he'll return

With his