Sorry, Belle

As we drove to the the place
I remembered those times
Those times when you were young

As we continued on our way
I thought of our times
When we would play ball in the park

I had tears in my eyes
It was so hard to keep them in
And I'm not sure if I did the whole time

I'm sure they were pouring
A great silver rain
Down my face, a torrential storm

I loved throwing that ball
And watching you bring it back
I always laughed when I saw you struggling

I'd smile down at you, give you a pat
And I'd throw it again and
Watch you run for it

I couldn't believe the decision I made
But I couldn't leave you
The way you were

You were always in so much pain
And I couldn't stand it
I'd cry just because I knew it was my fault

For always throwing that ball
Even though you enjoyed it
It still hurt you to go after it more than anything

I'd hold you and I'd cry
A million tears or more
But none could add up to how many I was crying then

When the car finally stopped and I took you inside
The men in white laid you on the table
I saw your eyes, I tried not to cry
I watched them get the needle

I held your head close and tried to calm you
I know I started crying then
And as you were drifting far away, I said
"I'm sorry, Belle, but you won't hurt anymore..."

It hurt so much to let you go
But I know I had to do it
I hope you know that I still love you so
And I'm glad that you're in a better place...