Dog, On Death Row
by Andrew Lyon
The time has come, the end grows near.
I don’t know why you have left me hear.
On death row, two days to go.
Eight years you put to one side,
Forgetting the times we laughed and cried.
Come on boy let’s go for a ride,
Right to the end I can’t believe you lied.
I was not just your pet dog,
I was like your son.
Eight good years, what have I done?
I promise never to chew on your shoes,
Or shred up the paper before you have read the news.
Oh, please take me back home, I’m getting cold.
Please, I promise to do as I’m told.
Here I sit in a Government cell,
No rights to freedom, this place is like hell.
Death all around me with a lifeless smell.
My life will be taken before my time,
Yet I don’t understand, what was my crime?
If the only reason is you have grown tired of me,
Then you should be in here and I should be free.
Soon I will be overwhelmed with darkness,
Never more to know your smell, your laugh,
My favourite toy, a ball to be thrown, go fetch it boy.
Running along the sand at the beach,
Being told not to eat the pip of the peach.
All of this you taught to me,
And now you leave me here to die,
For you and me I do cry,
It’s now time for me to let go, it’s time to say Goodbye.
Kojak - Rescued at 9 years old.