‘sweet and tender, was your life, dark and low, was your departure.’
Yesterday, just after dusk, Snoopy lost his battle. The puppy with the rapturous glint adrift in his wondrous eyes, has laid to rest. My hopes were drowned with sorrow, and I will miss him dearly. But the thought of that pained gaze, no longer there, comforts me. Among others, he has left me with a lesson and admiration. He fought to save himself, alas failing, but never once did he give in to pain.
It won’t quite be the same, but he gave me happiness, even if for a while.