Rowdy

It's been so long ago
at least twenty years or so
your body hard and bloated
your head hanging low.

I had hoped that they could fix you
make you well once again
but the cost was far too great
for penniless owners, it had to wait.

So we brought you home that night
but you wouldn't come inside
you laid there in the driveway
such lonely, sad brown eyes.

I came and laid beside you
my eyes feeling up with tears
I covered you with a blanket
and told you not to fear.

Now your buried
just beyond the old wooden gate
your sweet doggy soul in heaven
I knew all along it had been too late.