On the Eve of Euthanasia
A little dog is a gift from God
Meant only through life to trod
As a companion to solace our mortal
Frailties through love unconditional.
But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw
When devotion's bonds exceed human law
And penalty is death for an unfailing friend
Whose only sin was a duty to defend.
Hers was love of a kind not easily shared
Yet, fate cast her with one as unprepared
As I to provide the healing balm -
And failing - it is she must meet the calm.
My crying brings her to kiss away the tears
I shed on thought of her end. I live with fears
she consoles as if to forgive
What I must do and can never outlive.
On the eve of euthanasia 2011
PS We found a new home before this was necessary.
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2021
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