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.
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