Ranger
I had a dog named Ranger.
His fur was brown and white.
His eyes were full of mystery.
His disposition, a delight!
Whenever I was resting,
he'd climb up on my knee.
He would lick my hand and snuggle in,
while I sat and watched TV.
We were family, for sixteen years,
through good times and through bad.
Ranger's gone, but never forgotten,
the best friend I ever had.
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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