I wrote this poem after that dreadful moment when you take your pet to be ‘put down’ at the vet. The decision to do this was not taken lightly and was one of those heart-wrenching moments where you keep questioning and questioning whether it is the right thing to do. I look back now and know it was but still remember that feeling.

I forget ..

I forget that I took the dog
On Friday to the vet
I think I hear him tippy-tap
The hallway to be met.

I forget when I notice that
His water bowl is dry
Though sometimes I forgot anyway,
He never moaned or cried.

Who was this dog anyway?
Did he know his life was done?
To us he was just good old Floyd
We loved, we shouted at
Who’s gone …

©Liz MacKenzie