Old soul

It's his time to go
But does it have to be so hard?
His struggle to live is frightening to watch.
Hasn't he struggled enough?
Can't you just let him go?


Small, wrinkled, white heap of fur,
lying by the side of the road,
I will remember your noble life
when you strutted the streets.
You were a king, weren't you?
Your thin snout looks aristocratic.
Were you a bit of a snob?
You look up when you see me coming
your eyes focus with recognition
There's still some fight in there
In those sparkling, wise eyes



People walk by,
They have seen an old dog die before.
What's new about death?
What's special about the death of a dog?
But I see you.

You are not alone.