“Tony”

Tony came in close to death
With Nasty wounds, and pain
His face was torn a’sunder
And one leg its insane
Of seeing so many injuries
And feeling for him we
Did surgery removing a leg
Poor Tony really he
Had just been
Through the wars alas
His injuries obscene

We employed the canine nurses
A dozen or so puppies who
Came out every single day to love him
And do what puppies do
So positive all joyous
Running about
and Sharing all their energy
And helping him not to doubt
And To be as good as he could be

He was limping on three legs
And clearly mentally sore
But all the puppies respecting him
No one did ignore
His plight but just were helping
And hoping that he would
Recover and get better
For We all knew that he could.