The past 5 days have been some of the longest for my parents.  They were busy through the weekend with one of our super special dog friends.  Mother said, "Don't you dare blog about this, Ronnie.  Because you can't help but be cute, and there is nothing cute about this story." 

So my paws have been still, my tongue quiet. 

Today the sad story came to a tragic conclusion.  I gave dogs honor that I wouldn't blog about it, but with water streaming down her face, mother wrote a poem that I wanted to bark out to the world:

A veterinarian's lament:

You come to me with eyes so sad,
you wish you didn't feel so bad.
You never complain, or cry, or whine,
and I wanted to say "you'll be just fine."
Just take these pills, you'll feel brand new,
but sicker you got, after only taking a few.

Over the years you've been in so much,
with your parents we were forever in touch.
Always a delicate stomach, and then bladder stones too,
We perservered and you sailed right through.
High fat in your blood, even a broken toe,
we would fix you up and off you'd go.

But this time was different, this time was bad,
you used up all of the cells that you had.
You didn't like the pills, and the pills really didn't like you,
and despite all the drugs away your time flew.

As patients go, you were the best,
never a growl or a snarl for any test.
All you wanted was to get back to your bed,
and back to your family of which you were head.
Four doctors you had, and no one a clue,
as to what, if anything different we could do.

Your parents so loving, wanted only what's best
and instead they were forced to lay you to rest.
You presence so strong, your abscence leaving them hollow,
and your pawprints so big, no other will be able to follow.
And now you are gone, and I can't explain why,
and all I can do is just sit and cry,
and hope, hope, hope, hope
that tomorrow no one will die.