In Memory of My Boxer Dog
Days now cold and still,
His bed, forever chill.
Once he leapt and spun,
Now his race is done.
Eyes once bright with play,
Now lost, slipped away.
Paws that ran with glee,
Gone to eternity.
My boxer dog, no more,
Life quiet since you tore.
From fields you used to roam,
Now the skies are your home.
His bark that shook the air,
Faded, beyond my care.
A shadow’s fleeting trace,
Gone from this earthly place.
No tail to greet me here,
Just silence, sharp and clear.
His bed, his toys, his space,
Empty in every place.
Yet in each passing day,
His spirit finds its way.
Though gone, he's not too far—
Forever my guiding star.
Meaning
This loss of a boxer dog poem reflects the sorrow and emptiness felt after losing a beloved boxer dog. It mourns the absence of his presence and the joy he brought, while also capturing a sense of eternal connection and remembrance. The short lines and repetition of loss emphasize the emotional weight of the experience.
Inspiration Behind
I was thinking of how pets, especially dogs, become such big parts of our routines and our hearts. When they’re gone, their absence feels like a missing puzzle piece in daily life. Writing this, I focused on that shift from fullness to emptiness but left a trace of warmth in the end.
