This is a terrible poem, because I’m too sad to think.
You deserve so much better than this, so much better than me.
But here goes:
Prettiest dog so far from me, many months later, I still miss you.
I know that I will never be quite as happy as when I had you in my life.
Precious child, I’ll remember our walks, our talks and our reading sessions with a heavy heart.
Please forgive me for leaving you, or rather, forget that I ever existed in your world
And live, happy and content, with all the other people I wish I hadn’t left behind.