Memories

He was my buddy. He was my friend. Never did I think that I'd see his end. Last day I saw him I took it hard. This one's for him, my friend and dog. So young he was when I brought him home. Held him so tight, singing him a song. Just a babe he was. So little of a pup, but love he had and oh so much! I watched him grow before my eyes. I rose from bed each time he cried. We played together as I tossed the ball. He'd run and retrieve, tail wagging and all. Sometimes he seemed sad as could be. His face would brighten from seeing me. He'd jump on me thus knocking me over. Then run around and simply roll over. When he seemed sad, he'd come to dad, then put his head deep in my lap. He understood me. He knew my fears, funny how he sensed it by coming near. The jumping ceased. He was getting weak. Now all he would do is eat and sleep. Not wanting to think soon it'll be over. The truth is now he was much older. Now all is left is memories. Dying before me, he was put to sleep. He was my buddy. He was my friend. Someday I hope I could see him again. Miss him so much. I still do grieve. Love him so much. I do indeed. I had him here Had him so long Still can't believe he's dead and gone. ****************************************** I wrote this after the death of my dog I had for 14 years. It still hurts, because he was not just my dog, he was my son.