No Way Around The End

Sad poem of my puppy that died of Parvo virus.

I've lived through death before,
my grandpa died of cancer,
a friend took his own life,
my aunt had a heart attack.
You feel sad but you understand,
these things happen,
there's always an end.

It is easier I have learned
to simply hear the news
rather than discover,
see, feel, and never forget
the sight of death
right at your fingertips.

My dog was sick
and getting better we thought
we were trying everything,
asking everyone what to do
but simply there is no way
around the end.

I know this to be true
I am not mad, only sad
it had to happen this way.
He laid still in the grass
with flies all around
when we brought medicine
he would not move,
I'm not mad
because I know
there's no way around the end.