O Abraham when you died,
I cried,
without relief,
it was the first and fiercest grief
of my younger days,
my innocent ways.
I was four
you perhaps a little more
or maybe less
yet I still bless
the memory
of all your presence meant to me
during those cold unfriendly years
of childish fears
through which you swam
O Abraham
laying there in the goldfish bowl
was your immortal soul.
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Losing a pet at any age is heartbreaking, but to lose one at the age of four must have been very traumatic.
Well it was 40 years ago, but I guess some memories are still fresh.. Like it was yesterday.