Biscuit's Gone Poem by George Hunter

Old Biscuit's gone now
He had a good run
Leading a dog's life
Loafing in the sun.
We've had this dog
Since Scott was six
He was an Australian
And a Labrador mix.
He had rough hair and was
Grey, black and white
And with all of his spots
Was quite a sight.
But he'd gotten so old now
He could hardly speak
Could barely get up
He was getting so weak.

We talked it over
And deemed it was best
That he should go now
To his eternal rest.
Scott lifted him into the car
And made him lie down
So he wouldn't fall over
As we drove into town.
We got to the vet
And took him inside
We were both very sad
As we sat by his side.

The vet checked him over
And said with a frown
I think it would be best
If we now put him down.
So I signed some papers
And they took him away
We both dried our eyes
It was a very sad day.
Even though we agreed
That it was his time
I felt like a murderer
Committing a crime.
Or am I a god
Sitting up in the sky
Deciding just when
And where he should die.

Old Biscuit's gone now.
They scattered his ashes
Over the pet burying ground
As good a place as any
That was to be found.
Old Biscuit's gone now.
I'm at home again
And the place is more quiet
One dog less to bark
And cause a small riot.

I look out the door
Biscuit's not there
The silence is deadening
No barks fill the air.
No Biscuit is there
Chewing his bone
Just Taz by herself
Looking so all alone.

Last night when
Feeding time had come
I filled up his bowl
To give him some.
But then realized
Old Biscuit's gone.

Fifteen years of feeding
For heaven's sake
Is a habit of mind
Not easy to break.
Sure, I know he was
Just a dog and such
But he asked for so little
And gave you so much.

Old Biscuit's gone.