There's a hole in my heart
where a dog used to be.
She's nuzzled my soul and is now part of me.
Her pain is her life and I know what to do.
But when I release her, I'm losing me, too.
The puppy I cradled seventeen short years ago
is a 30 pound bundle of love and I know
that she'd lick away all of my tears if she could.
It's her sense of duty to make me feel good.
It's my obligation to do what is best.
The love of her "master" is put to the test.
It's a wrenching and sorrowful way that we part;
it doesn't hurt less when the head rules the heart.
There's a hole in my heart where my Brandy has passed through.
When we say goodbye part of me will go too.