Doggonna Poem by Ima Ryma

For a long time I'd been with her.
She took very good care of me.
I found her cold and still - not sure
Of why no movement seemed to be.
I tried to rouse her, but no way
Would she respond to any try.
She was beyond wanting to play.
I guess it was her time to die.
No one else was around, and so
Right next to her I put my head.
An instinct kicked in, doncha know!
I could not hurt her - she was dead.

Dead mistress, yes, I chose to chew.
Just something that a dog does do.