When my dog was dyingAnd I was conflicted About easing his wayI was told not to rushThat he would let me knowThere would be signsI would know whenAnd some time laterAfter multiple frantic tripsTo the vetFor treatment After agonizing breathsAfter deterioration of spiritAfter one sleepless nightI decided I wouldn’t wait on The SignI wouldn’t wait for The LookI had a BrainAnd I could determine Together with my eyesThat he was suffering And he wasn’t getting betterWhen there are more bad days than goodIt is timeEven though he ate a biscuit Just that morning Even though he trotted to the car In anticipation of a road tripEven thoughHe didn’t want to get out at the vetThere was dignity in his passingBecause It was timeAnd it hurt till it didn’tBut I knew it was the right thingTo do by himFor himAnd nowWhen I look back at pictures And I see his pleading eyesI just hopeI didn’t wait too longAs I wasted timeLooking for a signWhen the truth was right in front of meThe whole time…