My Buster Boy is Gone

by Briana   Feb 15, 2008


My best friend died today.
Monday January 22 2007.
We brought him to the vet and they took him away.
I was sitting on the floor when the doctor came in,
His seconds ticked down,
As they got out their syringe.
I kissed his warm body for the last time,
Then the nurse got a hold of him,
My friend didn't hesitate to whine.
They stuck the needle in his paw,
But it wasn't blood that they were gonna draw.
They were taking his soul from his body.
Every one in the room couldn't stop sobbing.
My friend began to get sleepy,
All i could do was put my eyes on him and keep weeping.
I could see it in his eyes that he was slipping away,
I told him i loved him and that he was a good boy, that was the last time he could hear me that day.
His body went limp and my world just died.
I killed my best friend,
And all i could do is look at him and cry.
He just layed there on the floor,
With no expression or movement.
He wasn't breathing anymore.
I hugged him and told him i loved him one more time.
We all left the room with each sad face,
But none were like mine.
I killed my best friend who had faith in me.
But i gave it all away,
And for all he knows i did it so effortlessly.
I was in charge of someone who put every effort of their day to make everyone happy,
But i chose to take it away even though he loved me.
He died for doing his job,
But he took it too far.
So now I'm here crying all the way home thinking about him in our car.
He made me so happy,
But now the thought of him is just too sad to see.
I wish we could of had more time,
But now my friend that i loved could no longer be mine.

1/21-22/08

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