On His Fading Departure

He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue.
He lumbered past as if he had been on a voyage,
With disregard and pride, i felt miserable;
on his fading Departure.

He was getting worse and worse and displeasing
He looked like a devil's sick of sin.
He gagged and gasped for air in horror.
His fierce face looked grim.
I could tell, he was dying.

''Bhova!'', he flashed a terrible smile,
Then, his face down again wheezing for air
The welfare, a mile.
Could not help at all.
My dog.
Died of Poison