Dear Collosal Poet,
I am assuming the misspelling of your member name is deliberate and meant to be some sort of ironic statement?

How shall I begin to explain my two star rating of your "unique" piece? I did not assign it a one because I'm just too darned compassionate!

Your rhymes in the first, second and third quatrains seem a tad forced. "I watched your heart beat fade away/ I knew you'd never again come out on the street to play" is a good example to focus on. You do realize this is just plain funny, right? I mean, I know this is supposed to be a heartfelt, tragic tribute to your dying puppy, but I laughed myself silly at that point.

And "blood seeps over your coat so furry/ I wish I could drive faster to get you to the damned vet in a hurry" also had me rolling on the floor in hysterical waves of laughter. I probably shouldn't be quite that entertained at the thought of your little springer spaniel about to leave the world too soon.

As for your final lines - you really ought to rethink them. "When I saw your intestines eviscerated/ I wish our walk we had for a couple of more minutes waited." Just think that one over carefully, my friend.

Meter - I couldn't really find any to comment on, but I suppose you were just too caught up in the bloody memory of all those spilled guts to keep your mind on cadence.

I'm thinking maybe you might want to explore a new outlet for your creative impulses, like finger painting. I wish you only the best as you try to wipe this terrible image of Skippy from your memory. Hugs, Brooke :-D