You are supposed to weigh 75 pounds,
the vet declared, with exasperation.
But you have turned into a megafauna,
through the years,
a smiling, happy, well-fed woolly mammoth,
because you love food too much,
and I am unable to starve you.
We have a dilemma which,
given your advanced age,
we are not too likely to resolve
to the vet's satisfaction