A Cruel God?
January 30, 2009 § 3 Comments
My beloved dog, Weasley, died last spring. He was only eight years old and developed bone cancer. Weezie was a wuzz, he was a wimp about discomfort, and this indignity, this young death, combined with the tragedy of his pain, is unforgivable.
I wrote a series of poems about his illness and death. This one came near the end, although the end came too soon and not soon enough and in many ways, is not here yet.
Thank you, Drash Pit, for allowing me to rail about a cruel god.