I'm sorry that I wasn't there To hold you when you needed comfort I just refused to believe that you could ever die But now here I lie Eye to eye With the buddy I swore to stand by Dead On the ground No longer alive I held her paw tightly in my hand Staring at her dull eyes Not ready to confront the truth That my best friend had died I tell her I love her As if she were still alive And apologize for not being there But all she gives me a blank stare
I pretend not to care That she can no longer wag her tail Or lick my cheek To give me the comfort that I need and seek Finally a tear begins to leak And seeps into her fur With which I used to sleep on On those boring days Which are now gone Lost as hazy memories Give them back to me! I didn't realize how lucky I was For every day I had with her I curse myself for not taking the time to play with her Or getting off the computer To show her how much I really love her With belly rubs and big bear hugs I'm sorry that I wasn't there
I'm sorry I'm sorry Please come back So I can do the right thing Pick up the slack That selfishness brings As I beg you for forgiveness My mother comes around And tells me that the time is now To bury you deep in the ground I squeeze your paw tighter And tell you good-bye Stand up from the ground And watch you getting carried away I can't bear the thought of watching you get buried So I run upstairs and cry Into my pillow Wondering why I wasn't there To hold your paw While you were hurting Lady, when you took your last breath I hope you knew Despite the fact I wasn't there I did and always will Love you
When my dog, Lady, was alive she had a lot of seizures. Sadly, there was nothing we could do but pray that everything would end well. One night she had at least three seizures, and it was very late at night. I wasn't sure if I should go to bed or stay with her, but in the end, I decided to go upstairs to sleep, thinking that she'd be fine in the morning. She wasn't. She had died from the seizures-- all alone. I never forgave myself for that, and so that's why I wrote this poem: to confess my sin and reveal my guilt.