Tyson Comments

My dog is named Petals and the day anything like this happens to her it will be a sad day. The poet brings out her fondness for Tyson in a gentle absorbing way and keeps us reading right down to the end. As a poem the strengths are in the conversational tone she has used, as if, Tyson was till alive and slurping around with his big beady eyes. I have to appreciate the Poets sense of observation and affection for this pet.

A magnificent dedication to a loved friend and companion. The ambivalence of euthanasia to end the suffering or to keep alive for him still suffering or to go and us suffering more. The executioner is friend and betrayer as one, the duality of love and a carers deadly entrusted choices. Love was perpetual in this relationship to both parties and yet Tyson of bones and images from days past lives on, imbedded in your swelling compassion and this most fitting and honest tribute.