by Cindy Crouch
The day finially came in August -
The fifteenth, Two Thousand and three
it was a great day for Tuffy,
but the most miserable day for me.
I lost my little boy and friend
No-one can realize how it broke my heart,
When I made that decision
for me and Tuffy to de-part.
I made the call, which hit me like a bomb,
Nothing we could do, would Tuffy try to calm.
He was really hurting and screaming in pain,
I was dying inside, trying to keep sane.
As I walked in with Tuffy
I held him close in my arms,
As he took his last breath
all I could hear was alarms.
I laid over his body, just cried and weeped
Arthur held me up, to stay on my feet.
I knew Tuffy was easy and miserable no-more
There was NO-comfort as I walked out the door.
I'd lost my little boy as,
I knew I would someday.
I did not realize the heart-ache
That it would cause in everyway.
As God opened the doors and was congratulating,
I felt so very alone, left hyperventilating.
September 16, 2003