Come Back, Dimpoo

Come Back, Dimpoo
by Susmi R.

A/N: Um, I wrote this for a very special dog in my heart who has passed away three years back. She's always in my memory - and she'll always stay there.
And once again, I dedicate this to her.
Oh-by the way? Laugh at the name.
I know it's funny. :)
But still; there's something behind the name.
:)
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If there was something you could do to change the past,
Would it have mattered if it was big or small?
If there was someone you would want to bring back from the past,
Would it hurt to know you would choose a dog?

She was there whenever I remembered; she was there in all the memories,
She was someone – no, not something – who used to be around when I was small,
Whenever I came to my grandparent’s– she’d come bounding over to me,
And lick me all over or grind me to the floor.

She used to be huge then, considering how small I was, it was no surprise,
She was there in all the visits to my grandparent’s; a white, fuzzy Pomeranian as always,
I remember now – when she came sniffing me all about when I first arrived,
And when she tickled my feet with her tongue for scraps at the dinner table.

I never realized how much Dimpoo (forgive the silly nickname) meant to me,
Until that fateful day when I was ten, my granddad called to say,
She had passed on to the Doggy-Heaven land,
And even then I didn’t really understand.

Dimple or Dimpoo, either way, was a special person in our lives,
She didn’t only take love, she gave it too,
Now, I wish that I had known her better,
Now, every time I visit my grandparents, I visit her tiny grave.

Her eyes, the colour of the vast ocean,
Her smile, the length of the Mississippi River,
Her fur, the tinge of a pure, pale, ferret
Her barks, showing mounds of laughter.

Perhaps, in the future, if they made a time-machine,
And when I would be a old, little, granny weakling,
I would hopefully get one last chance to see the dog,
That my mum and her parents and me always remembered in our forgetting hearts.

I wish she would come back to us,
Shower us with her ever lasting love, hope and loyalty again,
She had this sort of power which helped us move on,
And even in her death, we are still moving on.

So, if there was something you could do to change the past,
Would it have mattered if it was big or small?
And, if there was someone you would want to bring back from the past,
Would it hurt to know you would choose a dog?

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