Delia

[Persadia]

It was not the brightest morning,
Not a day to play in the field,
You’re a bit sick, you’ll soon be healed,
Not to worry! just a warning.
 
Come to see you, all is so sad,
You wage your tail, yours eyes are bright,
Behind that spark I feel a fight,
Not to worry? I’m going mad.
 
You lay down, head in my hand,
Your velvet ear fits like a glove,
In one look can be so much love,
You’re so brave, should I take a stand?
 
I hate myself, still get a lick,
But stuck like a bear in a trap,
Tell you “Let’s take a little nap.”
And the vet played his dirty trick.

HI Huckleberry,
This poem is beautiful.
I can feel your sadness, and how torn you are at having your loving dog put down because he was sick.
I can feel his ear in my own hand when I read L10.
I too wonder if "wage" is meant to be "Wag".  It's a bit distracting, but if "wage" is what you had in mind, it requires a bit deeper thinking on my part.

The last 3 lines say to me that you feel panic, fear, anger, regret or remorse about the decision.

Very well done.

Persadia
"Everything's a metaphor"