I remember the day we had to put him down
Blood soaked diarrhea soaking into everything
Getting its filth all over the house
And I didn’t care in the slightest way
All I could think about was
How I’ve watched him grow old
Still following me wherever I went
Sticking his smiling mug in all my business
He was like that since the day we got him
When I was still young
And he was still young
But his legs started to give out on him
And he had more and more
Trouble standing up
I guess this was reason he
Would try to lay on me
Always looking like a rug
Sticking to me like Velcro
I haven’t had this kind of trouble
In about…
I’d have to say
Five years it must have been
Without feeling absolutely alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem