The dog that was never meant to be,
Left quite an impression,
One, deep and everlasting,
Imprinted upon me.
,
You were the one we never wanted,
And now we can hardly bear to part,
For in our loving process,
You smashed and broke,
This, such a heavy, heart.

Bloody dog, I’ll say it again,
So many tears, mostly, all in vain,
Can I ever feel whole again.
Can I ever stem this bleeding heart.

Paw prints stalk the garden still,
Running rings around my heart,
Yet the backyard is now silent,
How we miss the midnight lark,
A pee, a poo, and of course a bark.

Now, I’m the one whose barking at the moon,
Raging that you’ve gone too soon,
Food still in the kitchen,
Your collar on the floor,
I still smell you on my jumper,
Picture you at the door.

Ephemeral muddy imprints on paths well-trodden,
Linger frozen in the mud,
Timeless testaments ,
Grimy ghosts of our shared lives,
Slipping slowly back into the past,
Nearby a ball lies discarded,
As does a half-chewed shoe,
Yet, while the garden may forget you,
We never will.

The house is so cold and empty,
A void now devoid of life,
Missing something intangible,
But quite distinct, that’s true,
That missing something?
Of course, of course, our lady,
That something special, was you.

Our precious, precious, baby,
From dark shiny, sleek, panther girl,
To a doddery grey faded and moth-eaten dotage,
Yet always, fearless and faithful,
To the very end,
The lovely Lady Lucy,
Oh, we did so love you.

On the way to the office.
An old man cries on the train,
Clearly emotional,
He’s clearly in pain,
Bittersweet memories,
Bombard his befuddled brain,
Secretly and silently,
He offers up a prayer,
Please, oh, please,
Let us meet again,
Please God be fair.

Now, I feel so tired and broken,
Perhaps, never to repair,
All because, lately I’ve discovered once again,
Life, 
It just ain’t fucking fair.

Yet, as you grew older and weaker,
My faith, indeed, grew stronger,
Daily prayers and incantations,
Silly rituals and repetitive routines,
Dear God, dear God,
Please, please,
Let us keep her longer,
Don’t take her just yet,
For we will never be ready,
For that final trip to the vet.

Jack, and Chips and Lucy,
Our Holy trinity,
Three became two,
Then you were the one,
Sadly, your time came,
And then there were none.

So, as we reminisce, despite infernal fears,
My keyboard get damper, staining it with tears,
So, so, many memories, 
Simply, not enough years,
Yet, of the things I have ever seen,
And all those I’ve ever done,
They all pale into insignificance,
On this,
Your last day in the sun.