by Anonymous Author
We adopted Spuddy when she was
only 1 year old
As soon as they described her
We said, "That dog is SOLD!"
Spuddy then came home with us
and left her mark on furniture
I wouldn't pay attention to that dog
Looking back, I was so mean to her.
But we all loved her
Even my Dad
So when we got the news,
It made us all so sad.
Spuddy had a sickness
That should have taken her at birth
But instead she fought it out
Though it would always lurk.
It seemed the sickness had intensified
She could no longer fight
Her condition simply worsened
Each day and every night.
Each day at school my friends would say
'Hey, are you alright?'
And I would have to hide
All my inner fright.
Then the day finally came
When Spud could fight no more
Even when she tried to walk
You just knew that she was sore.
We took her to the vet
He took her to the back room
And that needle in his hand
Would end her pain so soon
I wanted him to stop,
Just to let Spuddy stay
But I knew she could not suffer
Even one more day.
All too soon the life was gone
From those trusting eyes
I never thought a heart that big
Would ever, ever die.
I miss her each and every day
I think about her lots
To think that I was mean to her
Ties my stomach up in knots.
So now I hope
That if I behave
Ill get to see my Spuddy
Sitting by the Pearly Gates.