Ode to Surgery Fawn

We did what we could,
We took cultures and samples of your nodes and knobs,
But yet we could not save you.

We monitored you for weeks,
Removed a growth on your head.
Worked you through a hyperextended leg,
And gave you surgery to remove the boney growth on your cheek.

I don't want to say we failed,
But there were so many things to fix.
You had antibiotics for infection,
All the food you could want.

In the end the antibiotics didn't work,
Your face became abscessed and infected.
You just couldn't shake to runs,
And your jaw was misaligned for eating.

All I can hope is you are at peace now,
I have taken you to a better place.
A place where you can prance til your hearts content,
And there is no pain (at least for you).