Lexy
My dog Lexy
Such a precious member of the family
She bring me up when I feel so down.
She is only 7 years old
And distemper is making her cold
A sickness in which there is no cure
A sickness in which hurts me all the more
three to twenty one days
is the time in which a decision will have to be made
put her down and end the suffering
or take the chance that she fights it off
She is my dog
She is so pretty, obident, and energetic
Or at least she use to be
Its pathetic with all the cure in the world
That we still have to watch those we love die
It was her time some would say
Does that make any more okay
She is my dog Lexy
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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