My oldest son had to have his feisty little rescue dog, Veruca, put down today. He said “It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” As a Dad (who also loved and appreciated her), I’ve had a surprising amount of sorrow. (Even now, it’s hard to post through all my tears). These poems reflect my feelings.
Why No Dogs
My son,
now a dad,
has to put down
his good old dog today.
Now I understand
why I,
as a dad,
never wanted to have dogs
when my kids were growing up.
Saying goodbye
is just
too damn hard.
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Dog Gone Hidden Crying
If I go take a/
shower no one can see the/
sad tears I’m crying.
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I’m Proud of You, Son
We all can avoid/
doing what we should./
It takes a real man/
to do the hard things.
Or, in haiku form:
We can all avoid/
doing what we should. Only/
real men do hard things.
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Not What I’d Wish For Any Dog
His dog was put down./
All said: “Rest” In Peace, but that’s/
not what I’d wish. “RUN!“
