My Old Boy

My Old Boy I’ve written about a little dog that I had But little Maggie was really bad I had to return her, she was to much for me All over the house she would poop and pee So again it was just my old Bandit and me His health getting worse even just to see After I lost my wife He helped me go on with my life Then I had to face that tearful day To put him down was so hard to say I still look for him in his usual place The rooms are empty I don’t see his face More pain and more tears It hasn’t stopped these past years He gave me loyalty and love Now he’s also in heaven above