Buppy and Benny: In Memoriam
The day of your cancer surgery
Buppy Puppy went missing.
Her name no longer age-appropriate for a tired old girl of 15,
the days of frolicking with you on the farm were over.
Uncle Harold looked all over, then declared
she probably crawled under the river bluff and died,
not wanting to cause a fuss while you were sick.
Six years later, after Mother’s stroke, when your cancer returned,
we found you dead on the kitchen floor.
Your name no longer age-appropriate for a tired old boy of 80,
the days of frolicking on the farm were over.
I know you died trying to crawl to that river bluff
near some secret fishing hole only you and your dog knew about,
not wanting to cause a fuss while Mother was sick.
Buppy Puppy 1992-2007
Benny Posey 1933-2013