The night before his death

You took a long walk with him

Unusually long, so I asked him

Where you guys have been

He smiled and began his tale

You happily wagged your tail

After all, you and he were best mates

Strolling cheerfully, going to places

When I saw you lying next to him

In the shed on that late autumn night

I recklessly asked both of you again

What on earth has happened

Your brooding eyes, trying for another tale

Sitting on the white sheet covering him

And the cold cement ground beneath

You no more wag your cheery tail

He lay there like a wooden toy soldier

His mouth half open, as if to finish his last sentence

I frantically shook his body and realised this time

He is gone forever with his half finished tale