That Cocker Spine

When you first came in,

I saw that cocker face.

 

The long, drooping nose with

Those deep brown eyes.

 

Your golden coat longer than I've ever seen,

Great bear-looking paws with your not so great spine.

 

Shaking, weak. The thinnest I have seen.

Your coat, your protection. Thickly covers the soul.

 

Thatirst bite of cinnamon role,

the brownie of the one you trusted,

 

You knew right away.

I could see it in your eyes.

 

Your right paw shaved,

the cathader making it's way in,

our eyes locked.

 

And at that moment,

I knew you knew.

 

When they began to lift you,

you gave up and laid down.

 

The last I saw of you,

nothing but a frown.

 

When you returned,

In that red blanket white bones,

 

Looking like a build-a-bear,

waiting to be stuffed.

 

They stripped you of the blanket,

dragging you to the dark.

 

Through the bag I saw your spine,

no longer could you bark.