Bonnie's ballad

Long had she lived, this dog of ours,
Over 90 in her years,
But they thought to cut it short,
And bring us all to tears.

Her health was ill and draining fast,
No hope in future terms,
And now she lays under the ground,
A food for ants and worms.

What circumstance might cause this death,
Now i hear you ask,
It started in the grey kitchen,
Where she took breakfast.

From around the house we did hear,
A ghostly crash an wail,
We gathered to the pool of food,
Where her legs had failed.

Father, furious, shot forth flames,
His fire makes her shudder,
He claims the dog will go this day,
And she'll never see another.

She whimpered thus, a sorry sight,
At the spillage that she caused,
Pleading for the pain to stop,
In hope that it would pause.

But they each turned to the other,
Their minds made up strong,
Bonnie was taken to white suits,
And I was dragged along.

Brave Bonnie now, more courage than I,
Lay on the table grey,
In shot the needle, I closed scared eyes,
And that is where she stayed.

Long had she lived, this dog of ours,
Over 90 in her years,
But they thought to cut it short,
And bring us all to tears.