I held him in a blue blanket
His toe nails gripped the carpet making velcro noises as he walked
And he looked down at his own paws inquisitively
His right ear flopped over
I taught him to bark
But he would have learned it anyway
Its the breed they say
Its not
I held him in a blue carry-all
His ears were still odd with one up and one down bouncing
And he looked at the snow cone anxiously
His hair stained cherry red
He was our first kid
But he did not know that
Its just a dog I think
He’s not
I held him in a blue pad
His quakes were gone but he was still shaking as he laid there
And his breathing was panting
His ears folded down in stress
The doctor told me say goodbye
And I did over and over
As his body fell limp
His ears
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Good bye.