Wrapped in a black plastic bag
Like so much trash
Sweet Peanut was carried to the necropsy lab
But he was not trash
He was tender hearted
And loved to be loved
He pressed his knobby forehead into my palm
And delighted in a rough and tumbly rub
My knotty knuckles rattling across his poled knobs
As long as I pet him he stayed
Death came too soon but his sweet soul will be remembered
I only wish I pet him longer
Sweet 😘