When We Put Meg Down Poem by John F. McCullagh

It isn't fair, it isn't right; I don't care what they say.
My dog was more than a pet to me; I lost a friend today.
Though I did the kindest thing, and stayed with her to the last.
I come back to a quieter house, now that my friend has passed.
The unused leash, the ownerless bowl, I survey through my tears.
Meg was my boon companion. Far too few were her years.

The vet gave me a cherished poem that I'll read tonight again.
It promised Meg will wait for me just beyond the rainbow's end.
The souls of Dogs are gentle which is why it takes less time
Before they achieve perfection and are ready for the climb
To that place across the rainbow, to the place where journeys end
Where the roses bloom forever I will always have my friend.