by Amy Tussing
We didn't have him very long,
Just three years-
He was already an old dog...
He had a bad temper,
Always had a fit,
He was abused as a pup,
But we took him in with love...
We nurtured him with food and toys,
He played with toys and put them back in his little corner when he was done...
As he got older, we knew that we was soon to die.
This dear Clyde, half-blind,
We had to put him down...
I stood there in the vet's office,
Tears rolling off my eyes.
I took off the leash and collar, and hugged him one more time...
Goodbye dear clyde.
Goodbye.