Old Dog Poem by Alyssa Rieper

Old Dog



Oh, masters, don’t be sad
Brother, sister, mom and dad
This place is bright, this table is cold
I ache all over, seventeen years old
It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe
But I feel better that my masters won’t leave
I wish to snuggle and lick their tears
I wish to take on all their fears
I look at them, I love them so much
“Please love me, ” I beg their touch
The doctor pokes me through my skin
A last breath then darkness enters in

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