I could see through your eyes,

I could tell you were scared

If you could see me that day

You would have seen how scared I was, too.

You struggled to stand

But you didn’t even whimper

I stroked your fur and said,

“It’s okay, good dog.”

You farted and peed

Tears bathed my face

I prayed for the dog gods

To send you home safely

You disappeared into the night

Wanting to be in the shadows

I looked one last time

Before letting you go.

Morning came, and I was ready

But there you were as happy as ever

Back in your nook

Wagging your tail.

Good dog.