With my hands
I took you home
With my hands
I consoled you when you where scared
With my hands
I stroked your velvet fur
Carried you
Cuddled you
Took care of you
For as many years
As my hands can count
And today
With my hands
I helped you cross the rainbow bridge
Now I look at my hands
They are empty
But for a single tear
- - -
Crude, just working with my feelings of having helped one of my petrabbits for over 10 years pass after she had a collapse earlier today. It came to me as I brushed the dirt from burying her from my hands.



