My family's little dog Peanut was put to sleep last night, after a battle with bladder cancer over the last few months. My sister Hilary visited home a few weeks ago and saw how he just sat on the sofa all day, eyes glazed and unresponsive. It was his time.
I'll miss him trying to sleep with me, finding that regardless of my body position he managed to squeeze between my legs. And how he loved having his tail scratched, so much that he would hop into my lap when i sat down, shove his butt in my face and give me a look as if to say "okay, go to work!". And how he reacted to other, much larger dogs, barking ferociously until i let him get close enough that he might get eaten, then backing off while giving a few growls like he was letting them off. Peanut, i'll miss you.
turned the fan off and went for a walk
by the lights down on shield street
the birds in the trees open their wings
he goes home again
he dreams resistance, they talk commitment
things change over long distance
took the shirt off his back, the eyes from his head
and left him for dead
but I didn't know someone could be so lonesome
didn't know a heart could be tied up and held for ransom
until you take your shoes and go outside
stride over stride
walk to that tide
because the door is open wide
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