He didn’t know what waited
behind the sterile door, but I did.
Knowing he walked wherever I led,
such a trusting friend and I put him down.
My dad and my dog are dying.
Today it is my dog. I put him down.
They say it is better, such for suffering
shouldn’t prolong and I put him down.
Looking into his chocolate face
I could see it, even in the glaucoma
I could see and I know so could he
and still, I put him down.
Now my face is contorted
with self-pity and pain at our loss,
but I did what I had to do but,
my guilty heart still shouts
out that I put him down.
All reason, rationale and logic
Provide no comfort for the demise
of a trusting friend and chocolate eyes
when I finally put him down.
This was a hard one to write because I lost my dog and my dad with 30 days of each other. I haven't ever typed it out. I had to take my dog to the vet to be "put down" because of his suffering with glaucoma. It hurt and still does. I wrote this on a scrap of paper after I left the clinic with tears in my eyes knowing it was over, that I had out him down. Exactly 30 days later my father died of Lou Gherig's Disease. This is the first time I have had the nerve to write anything serious about either one of them. Actually, it wasn't my dog. It was his dog and maybe that is why it hurt so because I knew what was coming.
Ra
behind the sterile door, but I did.
Knowing he walked wherever I led,
such a trusting friend and I put him down.
My dad and my dog are dying.
Today it is my dog. I put him down.
They say it is better, such for suffering
shouldn’t prolong and I put him down.
Looking into his chocolate face
I could see it, even in the glaucoma
I could see and I know so could he
and still, I put him down.
Now my face is contorted
with self-pity and pain at our loss,
but I did what I had to do but,
my guilty heart still shouts
out that I put him down.
All reason, rationale and logic
Provide no comfort for the demise
of a trusting friend and chocolate eyes
when I finally put him down.
This was a hard one to write because I lost my dog and my dad with 30 days of each other. I haven't ever typed it out. I had to take my dog to the vet to be "put down" because of his suffering with glaucoma. It hurt and still does. I wrote this on a scrap of paper after I left the clinic with tears in my eyes knowing it was over, that I had out him down. Exactly 30 days later my father died of Lou Gherig's Disease. This is the first time I have had the nerve to write anything serious about either one of them. Actually, it wasn't my dog. It was his dog and maybe that is why it hurt so because I knew what was coming.
Ra