I tried so hard to win the race
And felt the cold wind on my face.
I hit the bend and lost my grip,
The searing pain ran through my hip.

The people booed, my owner swore
Then someone carried me through a door.
They laid me down, I cried with pain
I knew I'd never run again.

"Put her down." My owner said,
I knew that meant I'd end up dead.
The vet glanced down and looked at me,
My owner paid the vet his fee.

The needle went into my leg
With pleading eyes I tried to beg
Help me to live, don't end my life
Just then the vet brought in his wife.

"Her pain will ease, I've numbed her hip
We'll take her home and call her Trip".


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