Sir Curley Poem by Patricia Gale

From a small pup you have delighted my heart
You chewed things you never should have
But we made it through that stage
Rushing you to the vet
When you were so small
Almost lost you, but you made it


Twelve years have come and past, my how you have grown
Ninety eight pounds and your still the most beautiful shepherd
I watch as you walk now
The ole’ pup tries to come back but the body just won’t allow it
I know the time is coming
When a choice I may have to make
To set you free from your pain

How can I make this decision, my loyal friend?
You have protected me and the children
Standing guard, making sure your family was safe
You let me know when a person was bad, your instinct uncanny
The seasons we have shared
Swimming, laughing and showing you off

The doc looks at me with sadden eyes
Tells me soon the time is near
I make you as comfortable as possible
Doggy pain medicines
How much longer, will the meds make it better?
Gently he touches my shoulder, they age like us dear
A year perhaps, it just depends. It’s up to you

Soft comforter for you tired body
Not sure if I can do it ole’ boy
My heart breaking, I can’t do it
I just can’t but I can’t stand to see you suffer
I lay down beside you, stroking your coat
Let’s think about this later
For now I just want to reminisce about all the fun days and sunshine we have shared