Kayko The Siberian Husky
Without Prejudice
The day deemed to be a good one, baby born early, so tiny
You had been lethargic, our dog, our husky princess
In heat as you hated to be
Lying around, like your life depended on it, the resting
It was so early but the little one came out, the toddler, our happy Buddha
Rattled the gate and woke me
Hungry he said
I saw you from the door as I opened it
Slumped on the grass
I ran over to you
You pricked up your ears but had already begun to die
Back legs smeared with mud and my heart lurched
You were ok, I said, ok ok ok ok
But you weren't
Mud mixed with blood ran down your back legs, drying
But your eyes were still alive
I ran for help from the house
People sleeping after baby celebrations
And I trod up and down with anxiety
Urging them to come
But I had to go back to you, lying there
Tell you we loved you
That you had been a great friend, a great dog
You licked my hand
I placed water between your lips and you swallowed it
I sobbed and cried out to God
Not this one, not this one
There in the brightening sun of the day, a beautiful day
I stroked your magnificent ruff, thick with promise
Tried to shake you to life
CPR too late
Only your eyes were still alive
Your owner, your love, your life
Came home from the hospital
Tiny baby girl, left behind as she rushed to your side
To see you, magnificent in death
We buried you next to the old German Sheperd, your constant companion
Your sister, your playmate
There in the shade
Eternally reposing
Seven shovels, by seven boys, some now men, crying
Clay ground, hard digging in the sun, but they kept at it
A big hole for a big dog
Well fed
We had to measure you and I stroked your face
And take clippings of your fur
A job I hated
Before you went in the ground
I shooed bugs and flies away
You were sacrosanct
Nothing could touch you, now
But I didn't care
Your rug placed over you
Your collar, your lead
Beside you, near your head
And I threw the first clod of earth, gently, so as not to disturb
The heat was approaching
Forty degrees in two days to come
You would be cool
In the soft earth, broken up by seven shovels
And they fought, the males, overcome by strong emotion
No way for it to escape but out
Loud voices, angry shouts
So I attacked, pounced and the men neighbours gave me the thumbs up
Everyone calmed down
She was ill I said
But made not a sound of pain
Just a damn fine dog
The day deemed to be a good one, baby born early, so tiny
You had been lethargic, our dog, our husky princess
In heat as you hated to be
Lying around, like your life depended on it, the resting
It was so early but the little one came out, the toddler, our happy Buddha
Rattled the gate and woke me
Hungry he said
I saw you from the door as I opened it
Slumped on the grass
I ran over to you
You pricked up your ears but had already begun to die
Back legs smeared with mud and my heart lurched
You were ok, I said, ok ok ok ok
But you weren't
Mud mixed with blood ran down your back legs, drying
But your eyes were still alive
I ran for help from the house
People sleeping after baby celebrations
And I trod up and down with anxiety
Urging them to come
But I had to go back to you, lying there
Tell you we loved you
That you had been a great friend, a great dog
You licked my hand
I placed water between your lips and you swallowed it
I sobbed and cried out to God
Not this one, not this one
There in the brightening sun of the day, a beautiful day
I stroked your magnificent ruff, thick with promise
Tried to shake you to life
CPR too late
Only your eyes were still alive
Your owner, your love, your life
Came home from the hospital
Tiny baby girl, left behind as she rushed to your side
To see you, magnificent in death
We buried you next to the old German Sheperd, your constant companion
Your sister, your playmate
There in the shade
Eternally reposing
Seven shovels, by seven boys, some now men, crying
Clay ground, hard digging in the sun, but they kept at it
A big hole for a big dog
Well fed
We had to measure you and I stroked your face
And take clippings of your fur
A job I hated
Before you went in the ground
I shooed bugs and flies away
You were sacrosanct
Nothing could touch you, now
But I didn't care
Your rug placed over you
Your collar, your lead
Beside you, near your head
And I threw the first clod of earth, gently, so as not to disturb
The heat was approaching
Forty degrees in two days to come
You would be cool
In the soft earth, broken up by seven shovels
And they fought, the males, overcome by strong emotion
No way for it to escape but out
Loud voices, angry shouts
So I attacked, pounced and the men neighbours gave me the thumbs up
Everyone calmed down
She was ill I said
But made not a sound of pain
Just a damn fine dog
