Put Down (How Could You?)

I ask you, why do you do this,
As you in your wise ways,
Decide without asking me,
To put an end to my days,
I stayed by your side when I was small,
I stayed by you through thin and thick,
I played with you,
I fetched your stick,
You grew up, as did I,
But still I stayed by your side,
You said the same to me,
But I should have known, you lied,
You brought your girl home,
And I did my best to be nice,
But she did not like me,
Hit me and gave me looks of ice,
But you made her your wife,
And I trusted your judgement,
But even so I got pushed aside,
As if I was unimportant,
Then your children came,
And I loved them as I did you,
But you still yelled and shouted,
When I ran off with the paper or ate your shoe,
Your kids they pulled at my fur,
Their pink faces wide with glee,
But I didn’t mind,
I wagged my tail for all to see,
But you both thought I would hurt them,
And banished me to the other room,
I was left on my own away from you,
To curl up alone in the gloom,
And then you moved house,
But pets were not allowed there,
You put me in the back of the car,
While your kids screamed it was unfair,
You took me to the white room,
And filled out that form,
And you left me with impassive assistants,
As you left aggrieved and forlorn,
They put me inside a grey pen,
And I waited for you to come,
While they played with me,
And fed me pedigree chum,
But you did not come did you,
New people came to look at me,
And I put my nose to their hand,
But they wanted a younger dog you see,
So eventually I stopped rushing to see if it was you,
To see if you came back at all,
But no one came, only the workers,
Who walked me and that was all,
But soon my days were up,
And they led me away to special place,
Where the nurse smiled down,
With a friendly sympathetic face,
I was lifted onto the table,
And felt the sting in my skin,
Felt the cool liquid run in my vein,
Let it wash away your sin,
I was your friend, I whined,
I was your pet, your guard dog too,
My last thought was of you my friend,
How could you?

This Poetry Is: © 2003 To Present, Becki [akashawolf@btopenworld.com]

Put Down (How Could You?)

I ask you, why do you do this,
As you in your wise ways,
Decide without asking me,
To put an end to my days,
I stayed by your side when I was small,
I stayed by you through thin and thick,
I played with you,
I fetched your stick,
You grew up, as did I,
But still I stayed by your side,
You said the same to me,
But I should have known, you lied,
You brought your girl home,
And I did my best to be nice,
But she did not like me,
Hit me and gave me looks of ice,
But you made her your wife,
And I trusted your judgement,
But even so I got pushed aside,
As if I was unimportant,
Then your children came,
And I loved them as I did you,
But you still yelled and shouted,
When I ran off with the paper or ate your shoe,
Your kids they pulled at my fur,
Their pink faces wide with glee,
But I didn’t mind,
I wagged my tail for all to see,
But you both thought I would hurt them,
And banished me to the other room,
I was left on my own away from you,
To curl up alone in the gloom,
And then you moved house,
But pets were not allowed there,
You put me in the back of the car,
While your kids screamed it was unfair,
You took me to the white room,
And filled out that form,
And you left me with impassive assistants,
As you left aggrieved and forlorn,
They put me inside a grey pen,
And I waited for you to come,
While they played with me,
And fed me pedigree chum,
But you did not come did you,
New people came to look at me,
And I put my nose to their hand,
But they wanted a younger dog you see,
So eventually I stopped rushing to see if it was you,
To see if you came back at all,
But no one came, only the workers,
Who walked me and that was all,
But soon my days were up,
And they led me away to special place,
Where the nurse smiled down,
With a friendly sympathetic face,
I was lifted onto the table,
And felt the sting in my skin,
Felt the cool liquid run in my vein,
Let it wash away your sin,
I was your friend, I whined,
I was your pet, your guard dog too,
My last thought was of you my friend,
How could you?

This Poetry Is: © 2003 To Present, Becki [akashawolf@btopenworld.com]