Sadly,
It is one of Mother Nature’s unending laws,
Today, I’d argue,
It is one of her cruellest flaws.

It defies all logic,
My dearest,
Of all dear friends,
When she decrees,
All good things in life,
Must come to an end.

That includes you,
Our little furry sun,
The light in our life,
You shone like a son.

And even as we hope, beg,
Or perhaps even pray,
Pleading,
Begging,
Please,
Please,
Just one more day.

Face the facts, grin, and bear it,
Fake that smile and try to wear it,
As all our tomorrows,
End today,
So please Forgive me,
If all I can think of,
Is yesterday.

The way of the world,
It must be this way,
Mother Nature,
Must have the last say,
That’s how it is,
In the cold light of day,
No matter how much,
We want you to stay,

You failed to beat the clock,
Growing louder,
You doggy tick followed tock,
That is,
Until your poor heart,
Was indeed put to stop.

16 years, and in an instant,
Blink,
There you missed it,
Our universe,
Summed up,
In a pat and a doggy biscuit.

It was such a beautiful blur,
I do so wish there were more,
Beaches, moors, woods and tors,
Wonderful walks followed by cuddles indoors,
We hoped this day would never come
Such sweet dreams
Have now all come undone

No more memories,
Here to be made,
Time for the ones we have left,
Time enough,
For them to fade.

Big Boy, Little Man,
My lad, my boy,
The monster, Oh, such a naughty boy
Terms of endearment,
Tears and joy,
Morbid and melancholy,
Well, yes, I may be,
But let’s face it,
You were our surrogate baby.

Jack the Lad,
The son I wished for,
And indeed,
Was truly blessed to have,
Which is why I’m so terribly sad.

Jack, Chips and Lucy too,
They filled our lives,
With joy and pain,
Now they are gone,
Nothing will ever be the same.

I have considered thus,
Thought long and hard; about how to end this game,
Even considered suicide; earthly reset,
Of life’s relentless pain,
Delicious agonies of young love lost,
In middle age replaced by a deeper sadness,
Present evidence suggests it borders on madness.

Those dubious agonies endured in ending of younger passion,
Have in later years,
Been swapped for something much more painful,
Darker, yet born from life,
Youthful self-pity,
Pity for pity’s sake, replaced by the real thing.

Now, I have grown old,
But none the wiser,
I have been blessed with good companions,
Who walked by my side,
Together, we trod a path well-worn,
But now, as my friends stumble and fall,
I question the meaning of it all.

Can I ever recover from being torn apart?
Will time alone mend this broken heart?
With each passing day,
You seem further away
I wish I had faith,
The faith to believe,
It brings us closer.

Bloody Dog,
Always by my side,
But never at my feet.