Your Pet Loss Poems

'A Dog's Ball'

by Lynn Weston
(Sunset, Utah)

Why is it sitting quietly on a shelf today?
Should it not be used for a wonderful time of play?

What grand days there were in chasing around in joy and game,
For in sun or snow, grass or couch, the enjoyment was all the same.

Here, there, and everywhere – from outside walls to table lamps it went;
It just took a faithful friend to join the fun to where the ball was sent.

So where is the dog to which it belongs?
And why does it remain on the shelf for so long?