On Sandy’s “time”

The animal is not ready to die
I need an “it is ok to let me go”
From him before we kill him
I have seen the damage to a friend
Of being handed bullet and gun ala country
Death being reduced to the mechanical
I have learned with time a better way
There is the vet who has helped the dog to stay
A small prick and eternal freedom from all pain
Then the drug that stops the heart and breaks mine
It will be the thing to do
When Sandy tells us that his time is due

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