Chelsea, your hair of strawberry blond is just a memory now,

The way ones hand would get lost in its thickness.

When I knew you were blind,

Bumping your head here and there.

Your one remaining eye, a glaze.

Oozing out, staining your fur.

But you had a heart of gold.

You loved.

And you were loved.

A gentle hand on your neck would guide you.

Strong hands helping you lie down,

Your bones so stiff you found this simple act difficult.

You seemed lost in your world of darkness.

Yet you were always searching, searching for something more.

In your dreams did you find it?

When your legs twitched, your nose wrinkled, did you find it?

Now you are gone.

And at peace.

Resting in a Place we can only imagine.