Heroes come in all shapes

We planted roses, both the white and the red, To surround the stone that stands above his bed. That was last summer on a day of full sun; He was gone before the rest of life begun. Was a young puppy who just learned to shake, Had been the first time he'd come across a snake. Instincts took over and he was ever bold; This small, young puppy then saved our five-year old. The monument is there and it will stand for all time; I'll say when I'm asked, "he's a hero of mine".