Death of a Pet, part 2

Death of A Pet

In spite of all the prayers and tears:
the end!

My dog I so adored,

My friend!

My touching, licking,

 Yelping, 

Tender pet,

Gone, 

And yet;

I feel him ever-present at my side,

My light, my love, my guide,

 “Sit up”, 

“Roll over”

“Heel”

I offered him my heart to steal,

And he came running at my call;

My dog, my friend,

He was my all!

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I’D LIKE TO THINK....

There is a place

Where dogs convene; 

Who’ve gone away 

And can’t be seen, 

They frisk and frolic all around 

And paw and dig up all the ground

And bark all night if they desire

And roll around in muck and mire

Cavort and carry on all day

With nothing more to do than play

And feast on beef and leather shoes

And gnaw on toys and doggy chews.

They chase some sticks and bite some balls

No fences, houses, stakes or walls

They’ve no constraints and no complaints

They lick and slobber without restraints

In doggie heaven, they leap for joy

And hear no words but “Atta boy!”