В память о нашей собаке

В память о нашей 12-ти летней собаке, которую пришлось усыпить в ветеринарном госпитале из-за её болезней. Так уж получилось - написано по английски.

With us she was walking
To the gate of last way
Her life in the fog
But for better we prayed.

She trembled and stumbled
Her body in pain
Her blood still in life
While her fortune in vain.

And then doctor’s question -
This question still haunts.
We were really  fretting
‘Cause “What do you want?”

She is old, very feeble
She suffers a lot.
The choice’s - let her go…
Can save her? Can not…

She was a little shabby,
But still our baby.
We came to her closer,
She leaked our noses
And full of the trust
Relying on us.

And then came the moment
She’s got a gentle shot.
They put her to sleep -
There is no antidote…

"We’re sorry”- we murmured
In her dying ear.
We lost our cocker
The one we revered.

She made our life richer
This little black creature.

Here is the last farewell…