My Dog is dying...

and suddenly…
my black ass life has a different perspective.
I cherished love before
But this feels less elective.
I took him to the vet,
and they couldn’t correct it.
So now, day by day, i try to resurrect him.
I clean up his mud,
fresh water hourly,
Completely turn off the sour me…
If he wants it, he has it:
I turn off the power me.
But still he waste away….
Day by day; fragile and cowering…
Hiding in my yard,
Its bizarre, but it’s happening.
Took him to the vet,
They inspect, and bill me.
I did it all; no propathal
And sure, some will feel me.
But nothing like
the sudden strike
of him leaving the building…
my heart is at 40%
I could die at any moment…
…And so could he,
I’m hoping we,
Can shake this awful feeling.
But still; he grows sicker.
I require more liquor.
…This hurts like my cats;
No more pets, I’m bitter.
As i watch him shrink and whiter…
so do I…

~~ Ray Aquarius