It's Raining for Rupert - A Poem

Good evening, I know the blog has been left to gather dust while I sort this cancer scare out, but I will be back shortly to unload the vaccum filling woes of man.

Anyway, I wanted to post a quick poem that has been sitting in my notes app for a while now. 

I wrote this on the day that one of the dogs I work with was put to sleep. If you feel motivated enough to emotion by any of this, please consider donating to the charity Love Underdogs, it was Ruperts home with people that loved him. 

He was a good soul, anyway, here's a piece I titled:

It's Raining for Rupert. 

18 years and standing strong.

Given all our love, despite your apparent wrongs.

Coated in black ruffles, with marbled, sightless eyes.

Rupert the little Underdog, it's time you barked goodbye.

We'll miss your stumbling little walks and

your trips to the kitchen for mid morning talks.

We'll tell stories of your adventures, your ups and some of your downs.

We will never forget your time with us, and never remember with a frown.

If given the chance, we'd do it all again.

Off to the restful unknown.

Our Rupert. 

Our little curly friend.

Though you gave the world your share of bites,

it's with a heavy weeping heart that we finally say goodnight.

Through every troubles, onwards you troopered.

But today it's finally raining, and it's raining just for Rupert.