Man's Best Friend

For sixteen years my best friend was my dog, 
a tad bit gassy and quite the bed hog.
Side by side, was everywhere we would go,
my partner in crime, his name was Cujo.

He had a bladder the size of a dime,
but he showed me his love, all of the time.
With those crooked teeth he packed quite a bite,
and he cuddled by my side every night.

Every morning as I slowly woke up,
I would be greeted by this loving pup.
At the end of night in a bed of hair,
I always thanked God that he was still there.

With the winds of change I now shed a tear,
as I reach out, and he’s no longer here.

November 16, 2020
Winds of change - SONNET Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Bauer Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 4:07 PM
a touching tribute to your loyal pet, mark! well done - best of luck in the contest...
Koplin Avatar
November 19, 2020 at 12:00 PM
Thank you Ilene!
Rodrigues Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 3:49 PM
Such a nice tribute to man's best friend...Cujo!
Koplin Avatar
November 19, 2020 at 12:00 PM
Thanks Kim!
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 11:52 AM
Hello Mark, I feel sad for the loss of your dog. After all they are part of the family. Good luck in the contest. Enjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
November 17, 2020 at 10:54 AM
Hello Mark Kooplin, enjoy your day my friend.
Koplin Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 12:18 PM
Thanks Darlene! You as well
Allison Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 10:05 AM
awww Mark such touching lines, they really are man's best friend, good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
Koplin Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 12:17 PM
Thanks Jan!
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