My petit bebe

Milo
2002-2007

A Benediction Encouraging Mourning (and Necromancy)
by Miss Brown

No one to catch my socks when I come home
And who will keep me warm on Christmas Eve?
Washcloths left un-ravished in the laundry room
No one who will dance before their meals

And who will hate who I hate and growl
And force replacement of dinning room carpets
And watch me and share the last of the carrots?
Only my sleek and smooth little lion

Who will walk me in the early mist mornings
When the dew covers the grass and my shoes
No one to hide with under the blankets
And pretend to understand German

No one to pine for or howl along to the opera
There is no one left who will greets us
You are gone and leave our laps empty
And our socks, black lumps, on the floor



I regret to inform of the passing of my petit bebe, Milo, who expired after a brief battle with illness and is now resting in our yard along the path where he often liked to run (and run away).

In his memory, a 24 hour truce between humans and yappy dogs is requested. Should a yappy dog try to keep you up tonight, please remember this joyful little Pomeranian who brought so much happiness and dog hair into mine and other people's lives.