{"id":10825,"date":"2015-06-13T19:20:16","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:20:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10825"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:20:16","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:20:16","slug":"in-memory-of-sox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/in-memory-of-sox\/","title":{"rendered":"In memory of Sox"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I miss<br \/>\nHow that little stubby tail<br \/>\nOf yours<br \/>\nWould wiggle<br \/>\nLike the speed of light<br \/>\nEvery time I&#8217;d come home<br \/>\nFrom a long day<br \/>\nAt work<\/p>\n<p>You became<br \/>\nnot<br \/>\nOnly my spoiled<br \/>\nBaby<br \/>\nBut my confidante<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;d look at me<br \/>\nAs if I were crazy<br \/>\nAnytime I&#8217;d<br \/>\nGo off the whim<br \/>\nWith whatever was on my mind<br \/>\ntilting your head<br \/>\nFrom left to right<\/p>\n<p>Unaware of what I was saying<br \/>\nYou&#8217;d lather my face<br \/>\nWith your tongue licking slime<\/p>\n<p>A sense of nostalgia<br \/>\nEnsues<br \/>\nEach time I think of you<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s been 7 years<br \/>\nSince I had to put you down<br \/>\nThe memories still seem so fresh<br \/>\nI just wanted you to be<br \/>\nPain free<\/p>\n<p>I still remember<br \/>\nThat day<br \/>\nIt was like you knew<br \/>\nYou stood so close to me<br \/>\nGiving me all the last licks<br \/>\nYou could<\/p>\n<p>It was all too fast<br \/>\nWhen it happened<br \/>\nBarely had the chance to tell you<br \/>\nGoodbye<br \/>\nI couldn&#8217;t find the guts to leave your side<br \/>\nSo I watched you<br \/>\nTake your last breaths<br \/>\nI whispered, &#8220;be well and good night&#8221;.<br \/>\nOnce it was all said and done<\/p>\n<p>I just wish<br \/>\nI could go in time<br \/>\nAnd bring you back<br \/>\nTo when you were alive and mine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I miss How that little stubby tail Of yours Would wiggle Like the speed of light Every time I&#8217;d come home From a long day At work You became not Only my spoiled Baby But my confidante You&#8217;d look at me As if I were&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":205,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/205"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10825"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10829,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10825\/revisions\/10829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}