Melancholy Memory
A bouncing puppy,
So cute and full of life,
A small cuddly bundle
In my arms…
A naughty young dog,
Fails dog training classes,
Full of mischief and fun,
He’s my boy…
Loves to be cuddled,
Treated like a baby
Indoors; but when outdoors,
A wild thing…
Personality
So strong, mind of his own,
Never a dull moment
With Paddy…
A huge lump appears,
The vet gives him some pills,
Buys precious extra time,
Rest In Peace…
For Constance’s Melancholy Memory contest, using her Melancholy Form
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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