I wrote this poem when I worked as a vet tech. One of my jobs was to hold and comfort animals as they were put to sleep and then carry their lifeless bodies to the freezer. I've often wondered what went through a dogs mind leading up to this point. This is my version from a dogs point of view.
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These old bones aren’t what they used to be anymore
Little aches and pains, stiffness.
What’s this?
My pet wants to take me for a ride.
Well, okay.

I like riding through this city
Squeezing out a bark every now and then
when I see another dog
Even barking becomes a task sometimes.

Oh no, not the vet again!
Well, let me go to the bathroom first.
Here we go into the exam room
What are you two talking about?
Why is my pet crying?
It’s okay, I’m just getting my shots aren’t I?
I’ll be back.

Your hugs are so warm, I know you love me
here’s a kiss to show you I love you too.
Oh boy, the doctor took my leash and is leading me into the back room.
Why is my pet crying?

Who’s this, another doctor?
Why are you making me lie down?
Be gentle, I’m old.

What’s that you’re putting around my leg–ooh!
It’s tight!
What’s in that syringe?
I doesn’t look like my usual vaccination.
Ouch! That pinched!

Woah, this is weird
I’m tired, it comes with old age
I’ve never been so tired....

I’ll just put my head down and close my eyes....
So tired....
Where’s my pet?
I’m cold........