Below is the poem entitled Queenie My Sweet Little Dog which was written by poet
Foulk. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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When Shep died I was heartbroken and sick,
how could any dog ever replace shep?
I didn't want a dog, but after a while I knew
that a dog is just what I wanted.
Found this little black puppy, so cute
and cuddly. A black lab-mix and what a
dog she was, so smart and very lovable.
I learned to love this dog very soon,
she had her shots they told me,
so I took their word for it.
Queenie followed me all over the yard,
the way shep use to do. I trained her to do
some simple tricks which she learned so fast.
After around 8 months she got real sick, she
stopped eating, I took her to the vet and
he told me that she had distemper, I told him
that she had her shots and he told me,
that the shots sometimes don't always work.
A few days later she died, I was once again
heart broken, but later in life I was to find out
that death is just part of life, we need to enjoy
our pets while we can.
I buried her next to shep between the two
trees, she is still there 50 years later,
and I am still thinking about that dear
little dog that I had, she was so sweet
and loyal to me.