That Poor Dog Poem by Randy Johnson

Something terrible happened when I was a little boy.
My dog was accidentally destroyed.
I still remember the day when disaster struck.
We didn't know that my dog was under my dad's truck.
Dad backed over him and I still remember my dog's horrible scream.
I wish it was all just a dream.
I still remember watching as Dad carried his lifeless body away.
It's been over thirty years but whenever I think of it, it still eats me up til this day.
This tragic event was nasty and cruel.
If you have any animals, please remember to look under your vehicles.