The passing of a cute Boston Terrier

In this cage
I was trapped
as the snow wets my body
I am sort of wrapped
up in its whiteness
its wetting my soul
I know, yes I know
I am losing control

my feet feeling numb
my eyes feeling sore
why did they put me here
really what for?
Don’t they still care for me
I am feeling sad
I thought that they loved me
when they said that
I felt glad

I was their guard dog
but now I know they
just didn’t love me
in that special way
I can’t feel my feet
I can’t feel my head
my eyes are closing
oh Goddess
I’m dead