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My Dog
At the site of his future grave
I told him he was very brave,
I patted his soft furry head
Soon l would put him to his new bed,
I brought up the horrid gun
Knowing it would not be fun,
The first shot I hit him in the right
But my dog wasn't going to give up without a fight,
I saw him fall quickly down
With what appeared to be a frown,
He let out a desperate cry
The pitch beyond high,
It brought me to a tear
And fillled me fast with fear,
I shot once more
For this im truely sorry for,
To fill my best friend with pain
After he had become mentally insane,
I did not look as I fled
My only conclusion he was dead,
I sadly cried and cried
It felt as though part of me had died,
I knew there was alot more work for me
The horrible mess I did not want to see,
I returned to him once more
His broken body bloody and tore,
I had sat beside him in the cold
The time has come for me to be bold,
I picked him off the freezing ground
In his grave he went without a sound,
I felt the long everlasting pause
As I pondered on his friendly cause,
Everything there seemed to seize
My friend was only ever here to please,
I faced his body towards the east
All the while feeling like a beast,
I couldn't help but to cry
I wish he hadn't had to die.
Paul Bramer
Dedicated to Ruphus
My Memory of 11/12/06
Written on 11/29/06