Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
My dog was __ yrs old.
He wasn't really my dog.
He was a stray. The last
Of the two left
From a littler of five
For the last couple of days
I couldnt see him.
I'd whistle
But he wouldnt come bounding up.
I suspected
He had died.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
He liked meat bones.
He wouldn't eat anything else.
Maybe a little milk.
But nothing else.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died
and
The garbage truck carried him away.
I came to know
My dog died.
My dog was __ yrs old.
He wasn't really my dog.
He was a stray. The last
Of the two left
From a littler of five
For the last couple of days
I couldnt see him.
I'd whistle
But he wouldnt come bounding up.
I suspected
He had died.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died.
He liked meat bones.
He wouldn't eat anything else.
Maybe a little milk.
But nothing else.
Yesterday
I came to know
My dog died
and
The garbage truck carried him away.
Some stray dogs can be adorable. There was one who was in love with my dog. My dog died 2 years ago, but she still follows me, almost as if enquiring with me about my dog's whereabouts. She might be really messy while she's eating (she looks like a terror when she catches a pigeon), but when I call her, she's like an angel. Has beautiful doe-like eyes, and a short bushy tail that she wags like crazy when she sees anyone from my family.
ReplyDeleteWe call her Queenie.
And yeah...its sad that we can't find a more dignified way to say goodbye to them. Sorry about 'your' dog.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what the dog would have written before he died, if he could.
ReplyDeleteSad, really, the reality of your poem.