My Comfort

My heart was beyond heavy. 

Tears flowed, seemingly without end. 

The issues many. 

Physical and emotional pain had me. 

I felt this little fur paw on my arm. 

Not pulling for attention. 

He lay tight to my side. 

All 6.2lbs of him. 

My little dog. 

I rubbed his fur hand. 

He rest his head. 

Like he knew.

Myself not well.

Papa not himself at all with Alzheimers.

Low on doggy treats. 

That he knew for sure.

He Stayed. 

And stayed. 

Licking the salty tears away as they dropped. 

My comfort.