You Will Be Missed

The first time I met her I was scared
She came running from the house
Her golden fur moving side to side with each step of her four strong legs
I stood still, scared with fear
She circled me than sat and waited to be petted
Then Vic came out and called her back, and apologized
For what I thought that would be the last I would know of that beautiful retriever
Needless to say I was wrong

I was with Mason, my best friend to this day
Sierra was sick, as so we thought
I should had stayed, but I went home like my parents asked
Mason never called; I went over the next day
Not knowing anything was wrong I opened the door and walked in as I always did
Mason came up to me; I could tell by the way he looked that something wasn’t right
“Sierra died last night”
I was crushed; I went home without a visit

I locked the back door and burst into tears
I cried for 20 or so minutes
And when back to Mason’s
I walked in, took of my boots, hung my coat as he walked toward me
Mason looked like he was fine, but I could tell that he was hurting badly
Well, actually I was too
We went to the kitchen to make noodles
The problem solver we had used for many other problems before

The only thing to do now is to think about the good times
Try not to think of the bad
She was the best dog anyone could ask for
I was blessed to get to know her
She was the old dog that was a puppy
I’m not worried about me; I don’t have to worry about the beloved dog
Mason’s the one I’m worried about
I know he’ll be ok, but how will he be after today?