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Caramel Brown SPICE

by James Zealy

He laid at peace in the yard side
Still as the earth,
where my neighbor placed him
Caramel spice brown
Baby pants tugger buddy

I never got to witness his goodbye
It happened quick as an uncaring cement truck ride
That Left him lifeless in the road

No more pants tugging
No more ear scratching
No more treat feeding
Just a sense of emptiness

I dug his final resting place
Right where he lay
I was 13 he was 11

I think a part of me went with him
A piece of my childhood erased
By a single careless act
For someone who never even cared to stop

For all the companions to follow
He was their comparison
Gritty hard headed fighter
Baby pants tugger
Ear scratch lover
Caramel brown SPICE

02/20/2007

Author's Note: Spice was my first pet. I don't remember life as a child when he was not there. He died in a very unfortunate way. I don't think I would have stopped to write this if I had not read Lori Blair's "Earthly Concerns". I don't know whether writing this is a good thing or not, but it is the first time I have really thought about it other than in passing.

Posted on 02/20/2007
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 02/20/07 at 05:53 PM

We all remember our first pet and every other that follows has a high standard to come up to from then on. Great write

Posted by A. Paige White on 02/20/07 at 06:29 PM

Mine was an ole heinze 57 curr I named Ringo because he had a ring around his neck. Good ole dog. My childhood was erased in other ways. I think I'm enjoying being a child at 42 way better than I did 30 odd years ago.

Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 02/20/07 at 10:17 PM

Pets are family members too. I still dream of my childhood cat Fluffer. I was 19 when she died and she was 17. The heart never forgets. A very touching piece:)

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/22/07 at 03:20 AM

Oh, this brings to my mind so many vivid images. Now I remember MY first puppy, whom my own mother ran over, and then sat on the lawn with him and me the two of us sobbed and sobbed. A cowboy came rambling by on his bay mare, and said, "Scuse me m'am. Let me help." And he went right back to our shed, and got a shovel, and I'll never forget the way Lady's lifeless form crumpled into that little grave. I never wanted to move away from that house; my two year old mind could not imagine abandoning my faithful buddy. Like you, I'm not sure it's a good thing to revisit that memory or not. I just know I definitely connect with the horror of the emotions you painted. :-(

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