Tuesday, 11 October 2011
01:03:10 AM (GMT)
It seemed like not so long ago,
You were running, jumping, playing.
But o'er the years we watched you grow,
And saw your hair was graying.
I knew you'd die, it had to be.
I just didn't quite know when.
But as it got harder for you to breathe,
I knew your rope was at its end.
Your days of life, replaced with sleep,
In which I hoped you'd die.
You' d barely move, but still you'd wheeze,
It made me want to cry.
Your ups were downs,
Our smiles were frowns,
Until we all looked like,
A bunch of sad clowns.
You always were a naughty dog,
You always ran away.
But I'm glad you got your exercise,
'Cuz now you're here to stay.
Oh little Twinkle, our silly little Piggy.
The shot, the sobs, the silence,
I guess death by sleep's a better fate,
Than one that's filled with violence.
The coming years will never mask it.
It's a scar that just won't heal.
We really didn't have a casket,
So we finely brought you home,
Home in a Handbasket.
This was to commemorate my dog twinkle who I loved very much. She is gone now