Her Heart
She will always
be my last—
last dog,
last thought.
Blind and deaf,
I held her
when the stroke came,
felt her heart
against the pulse
inside my arms.
She left
her shadow
in my heart.
Her name
was Molly.
Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille of 44-words about a dog. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
It's Still Life 
41 responses to “19 May: dVerse Dogs”
Great poem. So sad for your loss!
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Lots of happy memories though.
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Always sad to lose a pet. Nice poem
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Thanks!
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My heart dog was named Molly also. I feel your pain.
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Thank you.
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Losing our fur-buddies is so difficult … Chloe the English Spaniel was ours. Your quadrille is sad, it is also beautifully composed.
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She has been gone for well over 10 years now, and I have nothing but happy memories of her.
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Your quadrille touched me, Marilyn. Our Jasper did the same to me – left a shadow on my heart.
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Thank you so much, Kim.
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My pleasure, Marilyn.
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From separate to companions
From distant to entangled
From being to not
And yet… and yet
Still remembered
Still loved
Still here.
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❤️ Aye. They are.
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Really felt this Misky – my last dog left a shadow on my heart too ♥️
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But with happy memories, I hope.
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Yes always 💞
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A very touching poem 🥲
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome Misky
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Aww, so so sweet… what a beautiful doggy, and such a lovely name – Molly. 🌈
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She was, truly, the sweetest dog — and I’ve had several over my lifetime. I swear that sometimes I hear her running across the wood floor in kitchen.
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Heartbreaking to lose such a love….
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It was very difficult at the time, but I remember her fondly now. That photo actually makes me laugh; she used to drag all of her bedding outside on to the lawn on a sunny day, and there she’d stay (if allowed).
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the tragic calculus of love
the price (in enduring the pain) when we see them off into the next world
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She died a good few years ago now, and I’m blessed with some of the happiest memories ever of her. That is the return on the price, Clark.
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Oh, Misky. Sweet Molly.
As my own soul-dog Kiera Kai just turned 15 this year, this brings true tears. They really do own pieces of our soul, don’t they?
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Yes, they do, and we’re so much better for it, De. ❤️
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So sad… it is actually one things with having pets… you know that the day will come…
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True. And it always does — unless the animal survives you, in which case if nobody is willing to care for it …. which is why she will be my last.
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hugs. It’s so hard to lose a furbaby
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Thank you, Heidi.
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Oh my, I feel you. This one hit home. I do know – from experience – that you will always, always carry Molly with you. Hugs.
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Aye, I will, and thank you for those lovely words.
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she loved you back. Surely. Wonderful remembrance poem. Thanks
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Thank you so much! 😊
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👍🏽
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Those memories are precious. I have many of them, and I am still sad over the ones that are gone.
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Very precious, I agree, and with us always.
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This is so moving, partly because we are entering that moment with our dear woofer.
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hugs, Paul.
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