Champ
I can't believe your gone and here I sit alone,
staring at your new toys, your half chewed bone.
To some you were just a dog my friend,
to us you were an angel God did send.
You touched our lives and brought us such joy,
I always wanted a white boxer boy.
We had you for only a short time,
we couldn't replace you with a millionaires dime.
Tears we cried as we buried you Champ,
you were gone as quick as a sponge gets damp.
Copyright © Christine Vancooney | Year Posted 2006
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