FURBY
I was 9 when I named you.
Sixteen years and seven houses later, you can no longer hear me call for you, but you somehow still come running every time I unwrap a slice of American cheese.
I remember taking you to the park, placing a small rock on your leash so I could go play.
You could have easily run away, but you didn’t.
Your cloudy eyes still look for me, the click of your grinch paws forever breaking our silence.
You’re down to your last tooth.
You have our days and nights switched, leaving us both overwhelmed and exhausted.
In moments of weakness, I resent yours.
You’ve saved my life so many times, but the one time yours is failing, I can’t save you.
I don’t even remember what it feels like to live without you.
No one warned me at 9 years old that I was signing up to break my own heart.
✍️ Author Acknowledgement
Arthur Merlin lovingly shared this poem, and it is dedicated in honour of his beloved childhood dog Furby. It remains their original work.
© 2025 Arthur Merlin | Published on Tails of Tribute. All rights reserved.
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