Tomorrow off I go to stay,
for three days some place far away.
They won’t tell us where it will be,
Only that the food will be free.
I’m having to write in rhyming couplets,
as I’m so sad about my lovely wooflet.
Toby has had to go tonight,
he went with my parents, he didn’t fight.
I’m missing him so much it hurts inside,
and nothing seems to stem the tide.
He’s been my world, my reason to live,
he’s given all the love a dog could give.
I know he’ll come back when I return,
but these next few days are going to burn.
It better be worth all this anxiety and pain,
or work will be told I won’t do it again!