For today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. The first broken heart. The lurcher pup in the photo isn’t the one we had briefly. Our little lurcher was grey-black but her face was the same.

Photo©Yohan euan o4


Like bitter beads

strung on a chain

the first, the bitterest,

taste lingers still,

the dreamed of puppy,

too bouncy, too messy,

too demanding,

returned to the pound,

just when she had captured

my heart.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

33 thoughts on “Disappointment”

    1. It was. I’d dreamed of having a dog and it was my grandma who caved finally. We went to the dog shelter and she let me choose her. Big mistake. She was a young lurcher, crazy. All she wanted to do was run. My grandma couldn’t handle her and took her back. I cried for weeks.

    1. They should have warned us at the shelter that she wasn’t suitable for an elderly lady. She’d been brought in by a family with young children who couldn’t cope with her.

  1. That must have been absolutely heartbreaking. It’s so important that shelters work with potential dog owners to match them with the right dog. I still miss my beautiful Lurcher Millie who passed this time last year. I would love another Lurcher, but she would have to get on with my Greyhound, who can be very territorial.

    1. They were just pleased to see one of the dogs going, but there were so many, she could surely have been guided towards a more suitable one. She was a lovely little thing, whippet cross with something wirehaired. That’s where my hankering after a lurcher began I suppose.

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