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Dog' s Death
She must have been kicked mean er brushed by a car.
Tee young he know much, she was beginning he learn
Te use the newspapers spread en the kitchen floor
And he win, wetting there, the wards, "Good dog! (Heed deg!"
We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The disclosed a rupture in her liver.
As we teased her with play, blend was filling her skin
And her heart was learning to he dawn farmer.
Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent he school, she crawled beneath the ' s bed.
We feud her twisted and limp but still alive.
In the car to the vet' s, on my lap, she tried
Te bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a ‘mice imperious with tears.
Though surrounded by lave that would have upheld her,
Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.
Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shame
Of diarrhoea and had dragged amass the
Te a newspaper carelessly left there. ‘Seed deg.