My life was going splendidly,
I was the happiest dog alive,
slowing down and turning grey,
but I was only turning nine!
I still have lots of life in me,
I consider myself middle-aged,
I can still out-run the pups in the park
when a squirrel crosses my way!
My family say they have good news,
but not so good for me,
I do not understand the change
but it cries the whole night through!!
At first I try to sniff it,
to find out what it is,
but I soon learn I'm not allowed
to touch anything of his.
Soon he starts to crawl,
and before long he is walking,
and when my owners backs are turned,
my tail he's always pulling.
My owners forget to walk me,
and they leave me more and more,
they say I do not need much now
and that I am just a bore.
And just as I was beginning to enjoy
this beautiful world I had come to understand,
they clipped me to my collar and put me in the car,
and with a note attached to me, which explained their new arrival,
they tied me up in the rain to my old kennel's door,
where I curled up and shivered on the cold concrete floor.
