My Old Dog Strap Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

We have had him for over fourteen years.
He gave us lots of joy and sometimes tears.
A loyal friend, you will not find one better.
Part of the family, we are always together.
Now he is as deaf as a doorknob, blind as a bat.
He walks into walls and falls down flat.
His time is passing away with each day.
By the fireplace, there is a mat for him to lay.
He stares into space with his big brown eyes.
But he cannot see, and he does not realise.
We pat him on his head and rub his back.
As we know, time is running out, time is slack.