The strands from a handsome pony,
Golden as honey, soft as a young pup
Smooth, plaited, cold silver chain,
Protective young hands cradle lovingly, as it “neighs” in my head
Then gently rested in a beautiful flower box

All my memories held inside,
Wraps around my wrist, then sends love to my heart
To be destroyed, I would be crushed,
To be given away, only to my mother,
Who shares my heartbreak,
Still raw, will never heal,

Through years of bonding, through years of love
The pain Chrizzy went through, just for me,
The love we shared, the tears, the trouble,
Hours of fun and love spent together,

Evil disease spread throughout his body,
Death reaching towards him, his head in my lap,
As Chrizzy takes his last breathes, I whisper to him
“Wherever you are, wherever you go, I will always love you.”



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