Paul Thomson Poet Iambic Pentameter

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.

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Spirit Cook April 3, 2022 at 3:17 AM Difficult subject matter handled with such compassion. There was such honesty in the line "...solace our mortal Frailties through love unconditional."

Judy Reeves April 1, 2022 at 11:44 PM This really made me feel sad as I read it but am relieved that it ended well. Putting you beloved animal friend is never easy. Paul Thomson April 2, 2022 at 12:13 PM Thank you Judy. It did end well but I sat with her all night thinking of her innocence in having to pay with her life for the mistreatment she endured. It saddens me still.