My purpose is not to win this scene
But to celebrate my Sissie, at sixteen!
She was just one, when we found
This little lady at the public pound.
We took her home for my mother.
She did her job. She’s quite a lover.
She's precocious while opinianated,
Yet, better buddy than anticipated.
Mother passed on, Sissie became
All mine. So spoiled. I am to blame.
My little gal transformed to RV hound,
Ready to explore wherever bound.
Ready to cuddle, even later in years,
Now, her time is nigh. Thus, my tears.
She’s blind, she’s deaf, leaves a mess
All over the house, I must confess.
Would be easier if she’d just go to sleep
And I were not faced with guilt so deep.
But, I must admit torment in my eyes;
Spare my darling’s pain; to euthanize…
Will she know why, tears in my voice,
That she’s suffering? I have no choice!
I’ll see her again, waiting at God’s gate,
For her love, and demands, I can’t wait.
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