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Sasha Doesn't Live Here Anymore
I went to bed tonite and you didn't reach out and grab me.
When my head hit the pillow, you didn't hover over me
with the usual big, wet goodnite kiss.
It seemed a little odd, but I should have remembered...
You don't live here anymore.
I did some laundry today and I saw your fluffy, red towel.
The one I used to dry you off with sometimes
after I had given you a nice perfumed bath.
It still smelled like you, but that made me remember...
You don't live here anymore.
I sat on the couch this morning to watch the news.
You didn't rub up against me like you do, with the intention
of showing me how much more important you are than that damn t.v.
It didn't feel too comfortable, but then I remembered...
You don't live here anymore.
I swear to God that you could read my mind sometimes.
It's like we had a special connection that nobody else had.
So I could tell that something wasn't right with you and then it hit so damn suddenly.
I told everyone that you would be just fine, even though I knew better.
You didn't even make it three days from that miserable night, not even three days.
When I took the kids to see you that last time, I don't think they fully understood
That you weren't coming home again.
The boy just wanted to see you and Katlin just wanted to give you a hug.
I stood behind them with my cap pulled low, staring at the floor.
Daddies are the tough guys, great pillars of strength.
They didn't need to see their pillar starting to crack, it would be hard enough as it was.
I walked them out and came back alone.
I held your face in my hands and looked into your eyes.
Like I said, you could read my mind, you knew this was goodbye.
I didn't know what to say and even if I did, I wouldn't have been able to say it.
So I just kissed your head and stroked your hair, all I could say was "Sasha"...
I was playing with the kids the other day and Katlin found one of your squeaky toys.
God how I hated the sound of that thing.
"Where's Sasha"? she asked me.
"Baby, daddy told you already, remember"?...
Sasha doesn't live here anymore.
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2006-10-11 15:49
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| oh so sweet ron...i read this because the title grabbed me and the poem didn't disappoint. it is so hard to lose a trusted friend like a dog, a part of your family...it's a lovely tribute you've written, brings back to mind the time i experienced this. thanks for a great post. |
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Comment by: Cursory - 2006-07-05 02:14
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| I really liked this one i have a passion for animals, having a pet myself I'm worried when my dog dies that stuff like that will happen to me. Very realistic though. Nice work. |
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Absolutely beautiful.
As a lifelong fan of Disney, I've always had more time for animals than people. The part about the kids not understanding was my personal favourite. We tell children about heaven and hell partly to prepare them for the fact that people are not around forever, but so often we forget that pets make even more of an impact on young lives, as they are always ready to play,always happy to see you and, most importantly, never judge you. |
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| this was well excellent was trying to guess who was dead i thought it was the wife but no turns out to be your doggy. |
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Bit of an emotional roller-coaster you take the reader on. My first assumption (up to the line "I told everyone that you would be just fine, even though I knew better") was that Sasha was a lover who had recently moved out, which was sad enough. Then it seemed that she was the mother of your children who had recently become ill and died, taking the mood down even further. With the final realisation that Sasha was a family pet, I wasn't too sure how I was meant to feel: sad about a dead dog or relieved it wasn't a human.
Nicely done. |
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