hitler
my dog hitler died this morning. he was about a year old. we suspect he ate something.
he was a loyal fellow, truly living to his name as man's best friend. although his paws dirtied many a pair of pants, he followed only me and was there at my beck and call.
my only regret was that the night before he died, i was rummaging through the dirty kitchen at around midnight for some rice. i heard him scratching and begging for a morsel, but as was my custom, i didn't give him food (cause he'd have gotten used to it). now this scene will haunt me forever, as i will never know whether what i heard was him asking for food, or him dying.
and i sing:
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind
you're my boy hitler, you're my boy.
he was a loyal fellow, truly living to his name as man's best friend. although his paws dirtied many a pair of pants, he followed only me and was there at my beck and call.
my only regret was that the night before he died, i was rummaging through the dirty kitchen at around midnight for some rice. i heard him scratching and begging for a morsel, but as was my custom, i didn't give him food (cause he'd have gotten used to it). now this scene will haunt me forever, as i will never know whether what i heard was him asking for food, or him dying.
and i sing:
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind
you're my boy hitler, you're my boy.