My Sparky's Gone
He looked at me as if to ask
"Am I dying, Master?"
My words were silent as I tried
Responding to him. I nearly cried
To express, the truth I denied
So, I patted his head and lied.
I cuddled and held him
And told him I knew his pain.
"Come now. Lay down and rest."
His eyes so innocent and unknowing
While mine were red and watery.
He looked at me, "So, tell me Master, dear.
Why am I still lying here?
Why can’t I run and have some fun
And chase the squirrels in the warm sun?"
"Just rest for now, my little pet.
Don’t fear the dark. You’ll soon be well."
I held his tiny trembling paw
I patted his head so gently and-
His eyes expressed it clear
"I’ll always love you, Master dear"
Sparky was put away
On that November tenth night,
He hurts no more, he lost the war,
He lost the fight.
He’s up in doggy heaven,
Shaking toys, playing ball
With Charley, Barney and
Other friends, small and tall.
I know he's now pain free
He's playing safe and sound
I know there will always be
A bunch of pesky squirrels around.
Bob Longfield
