Sunday, March 13, 2011

Karen, my beast

I lost the biggest saint in my life. The most loving animal I've ever come across. 
My sister, my beast, my Karen. 





Because I always wish I could have borrowed your coat... 
Every morning I make tea and give my beast her treat.
That was my morning routine for the past eleven years.
I still think she is there and habitually walk to her treat jar.
Her spirit and smell will never leave my home,
she was the little sister I asked for.
Yes, she was a Saint Bernard, but really just a saint.
A saint to my family and everyone that walked in our home.
Only love and drool spilled from her, 
Karen, God could not have made you any more perfect,
I love and miss you forever.

Showing off her scarf
cruising