• Enter the needle,
    sucking life.

    His heart slows,
    and stops.

    His eyes remain open,
    and slowly roll back.

    He twitches once,
    maybe twice.

    Then the end.

    The sadness,
    the darkness, of death.

    So dreaded,
    yet expected.

    He slips,
    slips, into the silents,
    of a never ending sleep,
    never to awaken again.

    Lest the pain end with the breath,
    of the loved, and never forgotten victim.

    The end.
    End of life,
    end of the story

    R.I.P. My Puppy 8/ 11 / 2010