Without My Dog

Without My Dog

A Poem by Amanda Reynolds

Without My Dog


The water sits in the bowl, still.

Unopened, useless cans of food.

Hair in corners I can’t bear to clean,

And probably never will.

© 2023 Amanda Reynolds


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The loss of a dog as much felt as the loss of a family member( perhaps more than in some cases)
Have had cocker spaniels for 30+ years, lost two, hearbreaking, am onto the third a jet black working cocker who at this present time is laid across my lap waiting for daylight and his morning run:))

Posted 4 Months Ago


one of the worst things to have happen

Posted 7 Months Ago


Amanda Reynolds

7 Months Ago

thank you...
Yes losing mans best friend is horrible truly awful
I can sympathise
Take care

Posted 8 Months Ago


Amanda Reynolds

7 Months Ago

thank you...

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Added on April 10, 2023
Last Updated on April 13, 2023
Tags: poetry, dog poems, pet loss

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Amanda Reynolds
Amanda Reynolds

New York, NY



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50 year old female middle school English teacher (17 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more..

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