Dear God, don't take our dog away.

I know she's twelve now,

full of lumps, 

bumps into things;

soils the carpet,

her legs give way like a pantomime horse. 

but please,

don't take our dog away. 

 

We know her breath is awful.

We got her for our kids

but they've grown up and gone away,

but they do still visit from time to time;

and we've grown so very fond of her,

 

so please,

please don't take our dog away.