.... and he put me to sleep

We were six in a litter
And I was the youngest
He picked me up, thinking,
I was cute and the best

Parting from mom and siblings
Was painful and appalling
But, the love and promise I sensed
in my master's eyes
was endearing and appealing

Life was nice and full of glam
I forgot my mom and all other clan
I use to get so much attention
Bonding with me was beyond relation
Daughter use to take so much care
Whatever she has, she use to share
Though we born, almost together,
I had grown, a bit little faster
When she stepped, into primary school
I was already fitting in her dad's shoes
So was sensible, for her safety and care
I was always with her, wherever she dare
Her dad use to say, when Bonzo is with her
He need not worry, and he need not care 'Good Boy Bonzo', and a pat on my chest
Use to bloom me and vigor my zest

She entered teen, and stepped into college
I grew a bit more, than her grandpa's age
Me and grandpa shared problems and pains
Both shared rheumatism and sugar in veins
Nature's call, had gone out of our hand
Master use to loose cool and often reprimand
He was busy for future and career
I use to take his dad, everyday outdoor

One day he took me to consult a vet
Few pricks, few clicks, few  swabs and tests
Some injections and tabs, he wrote on a page
And tells, I was alright, but for my growing age

(Six month later)

One day,
I saw master, a bit in a gloomy mood
I too felt little dingy, for my dear dude
He bathed me and groomed me to his best
Gave me some biscuits and chunks of bread
He took me for drive, on our favorite track
Then to the clinic, we went some time back
Doc gave some fluid, slowly in my veins
I felt relieved, from my growing pains
Master put his hand and strocked my hair
I felt strange, when his tear fell on my ear
'Good Bye Bonzo',  Did I hear him wrong ?
'I will miss you' and started moving on

He shut car doors with a heavy heart.
I jumped to rear seat, before he could start.
I was startled to see, my self  lying there.
How come I am sitting, behind master's chair.
Next day I was ready, for daily routine walk
Grandpa looking blank, at my leash and track  I was all around, study, lounge and way
Months turned down, no running, no play
Everyone was turning blind eye to my feat
Master never called, nor gave me any treat
He loved me and cared for me
Till I was hale and hearty
But when I needed his care the most
He put me to sleep
I am still waiting, silently at the way
Sure they will call me, sometime, some day.