I can’t believe it’s done.
With the touch of a needle,
my best friend is gone.
Somehow, that same needle punctured
I got you when you were a pup.
And for 13 years, I saw you grow
into a beautiful pure black Labrador.
The kind you would see in a show.
There were great times,
like running alongside you early in the morning,
throwing the ball around the yard,
showing you off to everyone and bragging,
playing tug of war with the rope.
But there were bad times,
like you barking in the middle of the night.
Your barks would sound like thunder.
Not to mention the hours of life used
picking up after you went inside the house.
But this moment is the worst.
When I realized that your time was coming,
I knew what I had to do, but I didn’t like it.
But I loved you too much
to see you suffer.
I hope I did some good in staying with you
in that silent, ice-cold room
and talking to you so you wouldn’t hear
that silence till the end.
Oh, how I cried when I looked into your eyes
and told you “I’ll be seeing you again.”
I wonder if you knew what was coming.
Either way, I hope you knew my heart broke
for the first time that day.
I lost my first best friend.
His name was Storm.
And he was the best dog in the world