Sheba i miss you
i wish i could kiss you
for the last time before you went
you were sent
to the terrible vet
they meant to operate
but you came too late
you went rushing off in my dads car i the back, bleeding the blood of you like you've been stabbed with a tack.
This is a sad poem. I know how you feel about loosing a pet. One of my dogs had to be put down when I was 10. I was at the vet at the time as well as my mum.