My precious memory of holding Quinn, slimy and squirming Mewling his tiny cries of hunger From his adorable trust With eyes welded shut to his First glances at a big strange world He held my heart in a grip His tiny razor teeth relentless Gnawing on fingers and treasures His first unsteady steps Yips and yaps with a silly smile Siberian Husky puppies Are the crack cocaine of canines Weaving a sorcery, trapping your heart His goofy adolescence powered By a resistance to obey Undeniable and hard to argue Sitting for two seconds on command The hard years came too soon for him New knees and a long recovery Deaths, his daddy-alpha, Mukki Followed by his sweetheart, my bestie, Tala Arthritis in his new joints made him cry His mother Lulu became sweetness in senility Forgetting the early years of trauma And bonding with her rescuers at the end. She was ready and I held her in my lap Quinn sat near with his back touching her He gave her a final look when we left We grieved her together, he missed her more A welcome baby human filled his void He became her protector and she tortured Him with love kisses and body slams I had long talks with him these last few months Arguing both sides of letting him go as he listened In a narcotic haze, he wagged his tail and whined I held him, head in my lap, and cried He was calm and seemed to welcome The first injection, a pinch then no pain He devoured the forbidden chocolate and bacon I did not feel him leave like I had the others I could not stop crying and missed the moment I felt like I’d lost a child, I’d kept him in pain too long To spare myself this pain. My baby was a very old man. How I miss him. I cry for all my losses, both human and canine hold places in my memory But Quinn holds my heart hostage and The lessening grip makes me cry more.