We named her, my wife’s maiden name,
which startled father, when rebuked.
As puppy when the kids were young -
the toddler lifted by her head -
but she lived, sleeping under bed,
was deeply loved as loyal friend,
until cost medicine beyond reach.
I held her tight as reassured,
my whispered lies that all was well,
as vet performed what vets must do,
and children watched, so sad, subdued.
She slipped to sleep, a heavy weight;
I lowered her - we double wept,
for day of Princess Di’s cortège.
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