The night before he can't move.
He can't get up, can't go to his food.
The night before he looks at me with sad eyes.
The night before I cry, knowing he will be gone soon.
The night before I go to sleep with a heavy burden on my heart.
That day I am forced to go to school.
That day I tell my friends that I know hes going to die. That my father is going to put him down.
That day I get home looking for him, hoping that it wasn't true.
That night my father tells me he had a stroke, that he was forced to put him down.
That night I cry missing him more than ever.
This night I am crying as I miss him so.