Sweetpea

Sweetpea died today.

I woke up and found her barley able to breathe.

I made phone calls.
I took her to the vet.
She died in my arms.

I am a wreck.

My old lady is no longer with me.

I have cried so much today, I can barley remember today in its completion.

Sweetpea is gone.

She’s gone away.

I can still feel how small she was when I held her for the last time.
She looked so peaceful, like she was just sleeping, in the box we buried her in.

We planted irises over her grave.

18 years with her.... and now she’s gone.