Ball

My old dog’s ball with teeth marks and slobber,
Shines memories of good and bad,
The final memories that are physical,
Small bits that make you cry upon cry.

Found upon the dark of her bed, with it hidden under the glimmer of the moonlight.

She loved it like her family
She carried it everywhere,
She lived as long as she could,
The memories of her vanished as one of my worst fears had happened,
The final bits of her were left in our possession.