My Dog Genna
(By: Ainslee)
On this cold summer morning, you lay
on the ground gasping for air in the warm vet’s office.
Wishing that you would not have to go through this pain.
They shoot a mysterious fluid into to your leg.
You begin to close your eyes.
I hold your paw for the last time
as I lay your head onto the hard ground.
My tears hit your body drop by drop.
I was hoping that the tears
would make you come alive again.
But those kind of things only happen in fairy tales.
This is reality.
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