I chose the day
when she was to die
with spunk still in her
I entered the small room

where I looked into her wonderful eyes
stroked
and spoke
to her again

though she seemed not to take notice
of the gravity of the moment
nor the tears
forming

that dropped
off my cheeks
into her fur

injected
she fell
suddenly asleep

in my arms
for the very last time

her memory
remains
a part
of myself

her body
remains
next to her
first born

her soul
I maintain
moves on
in passing

with hopes to meet again
sometime… somewhere
somehow

I hold fast
to thoughts of her
and make it so

she’ll turn up
in my dreams

Tears In Rain

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gently-passing/