They say that only man
can know of death-
but you, old dog, you knew
the pain within your eyes
would mingle with the sadness
in our own. How tactful
was the vet, as her tender needle
probed your shaved flesh.
A final shudder of your lungs,
then all was still. No more
lusting after scruffy *******
no more fetch the ball,
no more flying disc, ragged from
your teeth, no more the eager whine
when we arrive. Perhaps someday
we will be as strong and true
to life as you have been
to the death that took
your pain away
and left us longing
for your furry love.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
They say that only man
can know of death-
but you, old dog, you knew
the pain within your eyes
would mingle with the sadness
in our own. How tactful
was the vet, as her tender needle
probed your shaved flesh.
A final shudder of your lungs,
then all was still. No more
lusting after scruffy *******
no more fetch the ball,
no more flying disc, ragged from
your teeth, no more the eager whine
when we arrive. Perhaps someday
we will be as strong and true
to life as you have been
to the death that took
your pain away
and left us longing
for your furry love.